Code of the Road

They call him Snake, he minds his own business He got his own sound, we're glad that he's with us I call him bottom, plays so fine Wanna feel that pocket all the time I heard it Dancing in my sleep, shouting in the shower I find true love, I call it pocket power Code of the Road Are you mellow inside Can you take it trough the night It's a Code of the Road Pull, no matter the load I play with convicts, don't earn a penny Soldiers of fortune, and they don't number many I say dirty love outlasts true Ain't no commandment, it's just what I do Pocket power, please be tender Keep me inspired glue me to my Fender