Just a slow down small town Just a deep south home crowd With nothing to do and nothing to lose The same old paper and same old news We'd ride around 10:30 on a Friday We'd hurry to a parking lot With all our friends Turning up the heat when We finally made it to the weekend We put the gas to the floor Yeah, we hit it wide open Two-lane highway rolling With no one around, slowing us down Radio loud, had the speakers all blowing Dials wide open Feet on the dash with her hand out the window Smiling a look in her eye letting me know She didn't care where we were going As long as we were going, wide open She was made for the fast lane She was more than just a pretty face First time lover, we spent that summer Doing nothing but getting away We put the gas to the floor Yeah, we hit it wide open Two-lane highway rolling With no one around, slowing us down Radio loud, had the speakers all blowing Dials wide open Feet on the dash with her hand out the window Smiling a look in her eye letting me know She didn't care where we were going As long as we were going, wide open Wide open We put the gas to the floor Yeah, we hit it wide open Two-lane highway rolling With no one around, slowing us down Radio loud, had the speakers all blowing Dials wide open Feet on the dash with her hand out the window Smiling a look in her eye letting me know She didn't care where we were going As long as we were going, wide open (Just a slow down small town) Wide open (Just a deep south home crowd) She didn't care where we were going As long as we were going, wide open Wide open