Born to Drive

I got dirt under my nails

I got a hole in my blue jeans

My El Camino ain't for sale

I got no million-dollar dreams

My neighbors say I lack ambition

My mama swears I'm tryna die

Don't know if I'd call myself a Christian

But I swear to God, I was born to drive

Tonight, I'll tear into that 68

Two hundred horses—all American made

Worn out guitar—it never leaves my side

Drifting hard into that neon night

It's an addiction to the songs I scream

Smoother than cocaine and whiskey

It ain't a place I'm tryin' to find

It's the way I've been designed

I swear to God, I was born to drive

They caught me goin' one-oh-eight

Guess my foot slipped right off the brake

I grip the steerin' wheel with steady hands

And whisper, "Catch me if you can"

Now, I'm flyin' down that 24

Might be my last one for a while

Those prison bars can kiss my asphalt soul

I sure as hell ain't goin' quiet

So, now I'm tearin' to that 68

Two hundred horses—all American made

Worn out guitar—it never leaves my side

Drifting hard into that neon night

It's an addiction to the songs I scream

Smoother than cocaine and whiskey

It ain't a place I'm tryin' to find

It's the way I've been designed

I swear to God, I was born to drive

I got dirt under my nails

I got a hole in my blue jeans

My El Camino ain't for sale

I got no million-dollar dreams