White Knuckles and Gravel Roads
country rock, pedal steel · женский вокал · средний темп · 2:00
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Verse
He’s leaning back with a cigarette
Hands on the wheel like a silhouette
He says "don't you worry, don't you fret"
While we’re flyin' through a hairpin jet
The pedal steel is moanin' low
And we got nowhere left to go
Chorus
Oh, the lines are blurred and the road is wide
I’m just a passenger on a wild ride
He’s floorin' the gas and he’s cutting the light
Prayin' to heaven that we make it through the night
Yeah, he’s teachin' me to drive all wrong
Verse
He swerved through the ditch by the old oak tree
He wouldn't even look at the brake at me
He says "feel the engine, feel it be free"
As he drifts through the dust and the debris
My heart is thumping in my chest
This driving lesson is a hell of a test
Chorus
Oh, the lines are blurred and the road is wide
I’m just a passenger on a wild ride
He’s floorin' the gas and he’s cutting the light
Prayin' to heaven that we make it through the night
Yeah, he’s teachin' me to drive all wrong
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