

Well hey now
Yeah the wheels are warm
Got a little blacktop fever in the break of day
Dust on the chrome and a grin that won't stay
Engine talking rough like a back porch band Left a set of
tire marks where I used to stand
Every county line starts calling my name I don't sit still and
I don't ride tame
Kick that motor over Let the whole town know
When the red light drops
I'm gone, gone,
gone
Kelly, you were made for a wider sky More than that water
and the fireflies
Born in Alabama, but your wheels would roll To a Florida shoreline
and a life of your own
Kelly, keep your hands on the dream you trust
Big road, old truck,
and a cloud of dust
Now the juke joint sign starts shaking red Boot heels hit hard
and the room wakes dead He threw one look back then he
hit the door Said the world gets small if you ask for
more There's a map in his blood and a spark in his
boot Hard luck howling but he's cutting loose
Ain't no fence gonna hold this frame Ain't no small town gonna
cool this flame Strike that match and roll
This
Romer's gonna roam This Romer's gonna roam Fire in the axle and
a heart of chrome This
Romer's gonna roam This
Romer's gonna roam Gone by sunrise and he won't back down
(yeah) (ahh) (come on) This Romer's gonna
roam This Romer's gonna
roam Raise that dust and let it roll back home This
Romer's gonna roam
This Romer's gonna roam Wild and laughing down the county road This
Romer's gonna
roam Gonna roam Yeah yeah (ooh)