Boot On the Seat

Call me superstitious, I know just what I'm told. These kinda situations, Are gettin' kind of old. We're wrong and I'm placing a bet As I pay off this debt I'm willing to forget, I've still got no regrets That August day we met. Call me sentimental, I love things that are old. I'm just young and grateful That I've had hands to hold. It's dawn and planes are zooming past The house I saw you last And now I'm bound to crash Or I'll start eating glass 'Till this tornado's passed And I rode in a Cadillac, 'Cause now I've got the time For joy rides I'm sittin' in the back With a Corona six-pack I'm enjoying the heat With my boot up on the seat I'm running out of gas, So, driver, please drive fast We're coming on the rise And I've got sand in my eyes