Racing the sun

I got a Fort Worth ulsore that I can’t heal

Got a full tank of gas and a pocket of pills

Headed down south before I start to care

Keep on truckin until I feel that salty air

I’ll stop off and see him, if Devin’s alive

Probably have a smoke but pass on the wine

Too much road I have left to go

Had that hammer down on the devils backbone

Sometimes you get the itch to just hit the road

Unhook your hitch to unburden your load

A shot of cocaine and like smokin gun

Peelin that blacktop, racing the sun

Not enough cigarettes not enough time

Starting new troubles leaving worries behind

If I could think clear then I’m sure I’d find

What I’m really racing is the feeling in my mind

Sometimes you get the itch to just hit the road

Unhook your hitch to unburden your load

A shot of cocaine and like a smokin gun

Peelin that blacktop, racing the sun