I came in goin' at a hundred miles an hour
Just a kid outta Conroe lookin' for somethin' a little bit louder
Learnin' it gets blurry, in a hurry on the edge
I spent damn near fifteen years out on the highway pushin' red
Hammer down, never stickin' around, head harder than a tree
Foot on the gas, never lookin' back and always ready to leave
I remember shakin' my head when my old man told me
"Boy, one of these days, you won't always be hung up on speed"
She came in slow and easy, fallin' like a feather
Her blue eyes felt like an old handwritten letter
I learned the hard way she was right about takin' her time
So, I just pretend that wherever she is it's at the end of the line
Hammer down, never stickin' around, head harder than a tree
Foot on the gas, never lookin' back and always ready to leave
I remember shakin' my head when my old man told me
"Boy, one of these days, you won't always be hung up on speed"
Hammer down, never stickin' around, head harder than a tree
Foot on the gas, never lookin' back and always ready to leave
I remember shakin' my head when my old man told me
"Boy, one of these days, you won't always be hung up on speed"
"Boy, one of these days, you won't always be hung up on speed
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