5,500 Miles

5,500 miles Across the Texas plain Just to look at the mountains Just to not go insane 5,500 miles Across the Texas plain Just to look at the ocean Just to not go insane I'm goin' home, I'm starting home On a freezing eastern highway A muddy snow bank, a broken radio A dome of stars on a tin plate Got Booker T on ca*sette tape Tore out the amplifier to fit it in I saw the free way buckle and bend Carburetor struck a strong head wind And I barreled through California And even on a cloudy day At the end the sun peaks through Between the mountains and the clouds 5,500 miles Across the Texas plain Just to look at the mountains Just to not go insane 5,500 miles Across the Texas plain Just to look at the ocean Just to not go insane And now I'm home, I made it home On a little four-cylinder engine A blue tin can, red sleepin' bag I wasn't alone the whole way I had some company The sterring wheel made a print on my arm I stopped and I checked out the farm I saw the sun beat down hard And I barreled through California And even on a cloudy day And the end the sun peaks through Between the mountains and the clouds I can't drive five thousand lonely miles I can't drive five thousand lonely miles I can't drive five thousand lonely miles I can't drive five thousand lonely miles 5500 miles