Yellow Line Ride

Midnight shadow and a yellow line

We're leaving all our worries far behind

No rearview mirrors, no checking on the time

Just thirty weight motor oil,

gravel, and pine Burn the blacktop,

let the engine scream (screaaaam)

We're chasing down a wild country dream

No slowing down, no checking on the brakes

We're running hot on whatever it takes

Radio's static but we sing along

To a memory of some forgotten song

The headlights cut the heavy Southern dark

With a gasoline fire and a lightning spark

Burn the blacktop, let the engine scream (screaaaam)

We're chasing down a wild country dream

No slowing down, no checking on the brakes

We're running hot on whatever it takes

Far behind (yeah, far behind!)

Just a yellow line