V1
C'mon, Winston, we still got a long way to go.
Stuck behind these bars and the gusty wind's starting to blow.
God Hisself is pushin' but we hold the line.
Don't know where we're going but we're makin' good time.
Stuck behind these bars and we still got a long way to go.

CH 1
Fifteen miles south of Lodi
I hope St. Christopher was hitchin' with that Semi by my side.
Fifteen miles south of Lodi
I'm wishin' I was in the Grapevine, 90 miles in Overdrive.

V2
We don't ever know what's below the horizon.
This road looks like it goes there, and it looks like we're tryin'.
Lady Death is tailin' me: I think I can shake her
I'd like to change my shorts before I meet with my Maker
There are things we shouldn't know, but they still won't stop us from Dying.

CH 2
Fifteen miles south of Lodi
I see them swerving to avoid me; wish that I could do the same.
Fifteen miles south of Lodi
Eye-Witness News is on the scene to interview a bloody stain.

feelin' no pain

V3
Seems we strayed from the path that was laid out before us.
Stay between the lines to the point where it's plain and it bores us.
Safe behind a screen, but I think I would rather
Face the rogues of hell; wait! it looks like they've gathered
Lash me to the mast, the Sirens are reaching their chorus

CH 3
Fifteen miles south of Lodi
I can't see past that truck's so fat, the longest truck I've ever seen.
Fifteen miles south of Lodi
23, 22, 21, 20, 19, 18, 17, 16...

I'm burning Lodi bound
I'm screaming toward that town
I'm dropping markers, dropping anchors
dropping hammers down