Dana Blayone ~ Songwriter ~

Lyrics

On The Freeway © June 2016 by Jon MacDonald, Dana Blayone 125bpm

His Daddy said, wake up boy, give your head a shake and listen
The bull is out again and the back fence needs fixing.
But Tommy was a dreamer, and his freedom was shiny and Black
He grabbed a gear in that Chev, swore he’d never come back.

Red line'n, Tire smoke,
Growling under that old hood,
Tearing up country miles,
Skylines, and city lights
Shining in them blue eyes
Yellow lines are flying by
On the freeway

Can’t go any faster, the throttle is open wide,
Woke up in Cincinnati, headed for the Great Divide,
It puts a smile on his face when he crosses every county line
Not sure what’s up ahead, but he’ll make it there in good time.


Red line'n, Tire smoke,
Growling under that old hood,
Tearing up country miles,
Skylines, and city lights
Shining in them blue eyes
Yellow lines are flying by
On the freeway

Climbed rocky mountains, played in California waves
Travelled this great country day after day
He’s been touched by a thousand souls
Only to find a lonely road

From the Jersey line to Georgia, all the way to Baton Rouge
He’s getting pretty tired and that old truck is tired too.
He thinks about his dad pushing cattle two states away.
Then Tommy grabbed a gear, he’ll make it home today

Red line'n, Tire smoke,
Growling under that old hood,
Tearing up country miles,
Skylines, and city lights
Shining in them blue eyes
Yellow lines are flying by
On the freeway