Drive (Casey James)

I don’t care if it’s a highway or a dirty county road I don’t care if I’m leaving or coming home I don’t know if it’s the song on that too loud radio I don’t know if it’s the smell of that burning smoke Here I go Headed out to nowhere like a bullet from a gun Putting miles on me and the wheels I’m rollin’ on Slide on over baby and I’ll take you for a ride I just like to drive Well, I just like to drive Well I love to feel my worn out boots stompin’ on the gas Love to see your bare feet tappin’ on the dash Love to see your hand girl swinging in the breeze And I’m done burning up a tank of gasoline Smells so sweet Headed out to nowhere like a bullet from a gun Putting miles on me and the wheels I’m rollin on Slide on over baby and I’ll take you for a ride I just like to drive Well, I just like to drive Headed out to nowhere like a bullet from the gun Putting miles on me and the wheels I’m rolling on Slide on over baby and I’ll take you for a ride I just like to drive Well, I just like to drive Well, I just like to drive Well, I just like to drive