

Prompt / Lyrics
Driving down the road, three cups of coffee Snacked on chips and jerky, ain’t feeling too bossy Smoking with the window cracked, sun burning low Counting every mile ‘til the next place to go [Pre-Chorus] Oh I got to go, oh I got to go-o-o Clenching that wheel, tapping my toe Oh I got to go, like real bad, you know? I ain’t tryna explode on this open road Driving down the road, FaceTiming my lady Hands-free, she’s talkin’ sweet and maybe a little shady Got her on speed dial, and one eye on the line Counting down the miles ’til that rest stop sign [Verse 2] I ran outta hours, had to pull on the side A field so quiet, no place to hide Stepped out to pee, stars up above Then I saw the green—this ain’t corn, my love There’s a pickup truck parked, with a mutt on patrol Eyes like a sheriff, sniffin’ my soul Didn’t crash, didn’t run, just zipped up slow Back in my cab, like “you didn’t see that, bro…” [Pre-Chorus] Oh I got to go, I’m not bein’ cute This ain’t a metaphor—it’s the full-body truth I’m prayin’ for porcelain, I’m pleading with fate ‘Cause I took that gas station burrito bait [Chorus] Driving down the road, FaceTiming my lady Hands-free, she’s talkin’ sweet and maybe a little shady Got her on speed dial, and one eye on the line Counting down the miles ’til that rest stop sign [Verse 3] I FaceTimed my lady, said, “Babe, I hit green gold” She said, “Don’t you dare touch it—just get back on the road” So I rolled my rig down, nice and slow An hour later hit the truck stop… and damn—I had to go [Bridge – slow it down, get bluesy] Maybe I’m just chasin’ somethin’ I can’t name A woman, a toilet, a dream all the same High on caffeine, low on regret Lost in Ohio—but I ain’t dead yet
Tags
Alt-Country / Southern Rock / Americana Grit
3:40
No
7/1/2025