Ridin' 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin' from ol' John Law Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar Brother I'm hell on wheels Got the booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw Duct tape on that license

So when you're ready My love won't let you down And if you come my way I'll be at your service And so ride with me, until the wheels fall off So I can be all that you're dreaming of Quit playing hard to get girl It's me that you won't forget girl It's

You're looking for the heart of Saturday night Now you're stumbling You're stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night Well you gassed her up Behind the wheel wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrelin' down the boulevard And you got

I know that you know You might not think that I care But you don't know what I know Give me a minute there Just a minute now It'll come back to me Freewheelin' troubadour You took my mind off the scene Damn all those people who don't lose control

Some day you'll know just how it feels Shattered, cast aside, stripped of your pride Like you were never nothing special Made you feel like another spoke in the wheel wheel While you left me there twice before Lord, I question whether I've had my fill Lord, I

It's real and this here is all mine Dim the lights and we still gon' shine (gon' shine) So we turned nothing into something and we still got time (turn up) Take the wheel wheel and we still gon' ride (keep ridin') For a lifetime, lifetime, yeah Lifetime,

Gonna ride that river to the sea Gonna cry that river out of me Wreckless heart Take hold of the wheel wheel You're headed for a fall Is how you'll feel But it's all for love

Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river Big wheel wheel keep on turnin' Proud Mary keep on burnin' Left a good job in the city Workin' for the man ev'ry night and day And I never lost one minute of sleepin' Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been Cleaned

Telephone's ringin', it's your second cousin Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Well you gassed her up Behind the wheel wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrelin' down the boulevard You're looking for the heart of Saturday

Even if you don't like me, Got girls wanna be wifey, Is it the chrome up on my wheels, or that bass bin up in my trunk I bet you fall in love with my ride (my ride) my ride Cause they fell in love with my ride (my ride) my ride, ehh I bet you fall in