

(hmmm, yeah)
Black top burning in the midday sun
Running from the things that I have done With the rumble of
the engine in my chest
No time to stop,
no time for rest
Ride the wind till the sky turns red
Nothing but the open road ahead (oh yeah) Leave the past in
the rising dust
In this rusted iron we trust
Cactus shadows stretching long and lean
Rough-cut leather, fuel, and gasoline
Got a thousand miles
behind my eyes
Underneath these heavy open skies
Ride the wind till the sky turns red
Nothing but the open road ahead (ride on,
ride on) Leave the past in the rising dust
In this rusted
iron we trust
Going down that long highway...
(yeah,
going down)