Haulin' Ass (feat. Aaron Tippin)

There's Carolina plates on a trailer load of grapes Fresh off the vine from the sunshine State of California, headed east on 40 And there's red bull and red man buzzin' up a young man Draggin' a boat to the Southwest Coast of Florida, to catch a barracuda An there's a semi smokin' like a steam machine, Running hot up a mountain haulin' gasoline Huffin and a puffin, brothers that ain't nothin' Cause in the get gone lane there's a mad red head, Drinking double shot black Lipstick on the edge of her Starbucks cup, Closing shoes in the bed of that truck Ain't a set of tail lights she ain't passed, Finger out the window, barefoot on the gas She's haulin' ass, ain't nothing says ain't coming back like that Feels like i'm sitting still just a spinnin' my wheels, Stuck in a traffic jam, behind a red transam Dudes only doing eighty, chasing after my baby There got a link in a beer train, Hobbler load of sweet grain, Cadillac shoes Those guitar pantie hose, God knows she's driving me crazy I want a 911, a highway patrol Reported a girl that i'm missing out of control Tell her to turn around or let them spikes stretch down Cause in the get gone lane there's a mad red head, Drinking double shot black Lipstick on the edge of her Starbucks cup, Closing shoes in the bed of that truck Ain't a set of tail lights she ain't passed, Finger out the window, barefoot on the gas She's haulin' ass, ain't nothing says ain't coming back like that I think i see blue lights, coming up from behind If they pull me over on the shoulder its over She'll be too far down them yellow lines, i the get gone lane Yeah, in the get gone lane Lipstick on the edge of her Starbucks cup, Closing shoes in the bed of my truck Ain't a set of tail lights she ain't passed, Finger out the window, barefoot on the gas She's haulin' ass, ain't nothing says ain't coming back like that I mean haulin' ass, ain't nothing says ain't coming back like that Yeah, yeah in the get gone lane She's haulin' ass