On the blessed hellride Oh, you can never get too low when you're so damn high Oh, been out rolling, on the blessed hellride You can never get too low when you're so damn high, Break me down and roll me once again Got no time to think of now and then

Can't live, can't live without you Stand up and shout We're ready to rock, we're ready to roll Stand up and shout Are you ready, are you ready Come on and get it One, two, one, two, three, four You stand in front of the band with all those scarves in

It's been good to me but it knows too much, he'd sing it all I'd have to find a riverbank and roll it off If my truck could talk If my truck could talk, I'd have to yank out all the wires Pour on the gas, set it on fire, anything to shut it up Twelve

We'd drive too fast Yeah man, we run this town We'd get too loud Nothin’ but a bunch of time to kill Set up on the big hill Seventeen, we owned those streets That was our spot, that’s where we’d always meet And we’d roll on out

When they talk about me they say I be tripping (yeah) What they say about me doesn't make me mad (nah, nah) I think they hating cause they see me when I'm rolling (yeah) Man, I can't help it that they really doing bad (nah, nah) Okay, alright (they sick)

Now they're planning the crime of the century Well what will it be? Read all about their schemes and adventuring It's well worth a fee So roll up and see And they rape the universe How they've gone from bad to worse Who are these men of lust, greed, and

Get your kicks on Route sixty six Well goes from St. Louie down to Missouri You'll see Amarillo and Gallup, New Mexico Flagstaff, Arizona don't forget Winona Kingman, Barstow, San Bernadino Would you get hip to this kindly tip And go take that California

Rock and roll band, everybody's waitin' Getting' crazy, anticipatin' Love and music, play, play, play, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Well, we were just another band out of Boston On the road and tryin' to make ends meet Playin' all the bars, sleepin' in our

Hell before you naw, rollin' off just right Man, that town is small, boys But you have a ball, boys Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night Y'all boys with that southern drawl, boys Yeah, truck's stuck, who you gon' call? Pretty girl, who you gon' fall for?

You better not get it twisted, nigga For real, no doubt, no doubt (no doubt!) Big shit sick, real thick bitch, when I roll up Respect my name when it leave your mouth You better not get it For real, no doubt, no doubt I see myself as Bruce Banner Some