Goin Goin Gone

I've been driving all night, been shifting these gears

My feet on the floorboard, my hands on the wheel

I've had two cups of coffee and a few shots of Jagn

I don't know where I'm going, but I ain't coming back

I'm going

Down to Alabam'

I'm going gone

Yeah, catch me if you can

Burn a tank of gas and take a few packs of smokes

I found the honky-tonk on the side of the road

Some slick chalking fools started talking real loud

So I took him outside and knocked his dumb ass out

I'm going

Down to New Orleans

I'm going gone

Gonna find me a Cajun queen

Headlights are dancing as the cars roll past

Got yesterday's troubles in my rear view glass

Radio blasting at the Mississippi care

I didn't think I would, but I damn sure did

I'm going

Up to Tennessee

Yeah, I'm going gone

Well just you wait and see

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Dancing down that highway

You should be blowing by

Light up that short and hand me a little bit

You ain't gonna see my ass around here no more

That's all she wrote baby

You know what I'm talking about