There's a thousand miles and eighteen hours I've got a double drive down Southbound 35 Got the hammer down, Detroit made 525 Pushing my ass right down that line And that smell of burning diesel fuel Just tells me that I'm back out on the road I've got a full-grown creeping up on my tail No, I won't make bail in this small town jail No not right here, I've got the bird dog on Radio cranked, son of a bitch, you betcha, son And that smell of burning diesel fuel Just tells me that I'm back out on the road Just left the jail with a handful of pills And I won't quit 'til I hit the coup in Abilene I'm almost there, there's just a few more miles I'll make the drop, I'll turn and burn, I'm outta here And that smell of burning diesel fuel Just tells me that I'm back out on the road And that smell of burning diesel fuel Just tells me that I'm back out on the road