Charlie Daniels Passing Lane
Well, I was born in Carolina, way back in the swamp
I was a happy country boy 'til television came along
It showed them far away places and it sho was a bitch
'Cause every time I'd quit my traveling,
Well, my feet would start to itch
So I borrowed my daddy's suitcase and picked up my
guitar
I walked up the highway and flagged down a car
I hitchhiked out to Kansas City just as far as I could
My life was all before me and that highway sure looked
good
Gimme that highway, better go my way
Crank up the big wheels, let 'em roll on
I'm movin' like a fast train, gimme that passing lane
And I'm gone, I'm packin' my load a little farther down
the road
I moved on down to Dallas soon as I got the chance
I was playin' funky music for them city folks to dance
And I had money in my pocket, I had fun in my bed
But I've been here a year now and it's gettin' to my
head
'Cause I've been rocked into ruin, I've been discoed to
death
I've been funk rocked and punk rocked 'til I can't
catch my breath
I've been ragged 'til I'm ragged, I've been new waved
'til I'm blind
But I've got a solution for my funky state of mind
Gimme that highway, better go my way
Crank up the big wheels, let 'em roll on
I'm moving like a fast train, gimme that passing lane
And I'll be gone, no more blues just as long as I can
move
Gimme that highway, better go my way
Crank up the big wheels, let 'em roll on
I'm moving like a fast train, gimme that passing lane
And I'm gone, I'm packing my load a little further down
the road
