Ride Like Hell

Sometimes I wonder, will I ever get back home?
Sometimes I wonder, will I ever get back home?
Well, I been gone so long, will I ever get back home?

Sometimes I wonder, will my baby think of me?
Sometimes I wonder, will my baby think of me?
Well, sometime I wonder, would she ever think of me?

Way she been talking, make me mash my eyebrows down

The way she been talking, make me mash my eyebrows down

Make me fold my arms, and heave a lonesome sigh

Standing on the highway, wheel too tired to roll
Standing on the highway, my wheel too tired to roll
But I know I'm gonna leave, 'cause I'm a driving soul

One more story, all my friends you can tell
One more story, all my friends you can tell
I'm booked down-bound to leave, I'm gone
Ride like hell