Gravel Strip Rumble

(yeah) Turn the key,

fire it up

(let's ride)

Got the engine humming with a steady kick

Picking up the pace on a gravel strip And the distance starts

to close

Dust rising up in a heavy plume Tailpipe barking at the summer

moon

Got two hands locked on the wheel Spinning fast rubber on cold

dark steel (let it

rip)

High tach on the dash,

redline in the tank

Taking all the turns on an open bank

Got the pedal pinned down to the floor

Ain't looking back in the rearview no more

Creek beds passing in a dirty blur

Pushing every ounce of the horsepower

Bramble and the pine on the shoulder track

Flying down the grade and we won't turn back Sparks on the

rock when the frame drops low Moving way too quick for a

steady glow (keep it rolling)

High tach on the dash,

redline in the tank Taking all the turns on an open bank

Got the pedal pinned down to the floor

Ain't looking back in the rearview no more

(let's go)

Can you hear

that iron roar

Shaking up the floor Going one,

going two, going straight through

the wire Lighting up the county

with grease and fire

And the distance starts to close

Yeah, all the way home

(all the way home)