And I bet she's
topped off that two-ton tank at the Texaco
before she hits the road.
And I bet she's
* off enough to pick herself up a pack of smokes,
even though she don't flip the corner,
roll the dice,
it's a lay,
or it's a ride,
and one's going my way,
and one's hell on a highway.
Heads,
it's headlights,
heading home,
tread left off the gear,
and this town's its headlights,
telling off,
floor that fourth,
forget this,
it's that
afternoon kicking up,
that last goodbye,
cloud of dust is gonna get me,
or does she miss
me?
Tonight it's looking F-150,
50,
yeah, tonight it's looking F-150,
50,
and I know
Detroit,
I'm bolted down,
don't mess around underneath that hood,
and them horses are running good,
so the only thing that's breaking down is maybe
that girl's breaking down behind the wheel,
and I'm breaking down the odds tonight.
Heads,
it's headlights,
heading home,
tread left off the gear,
and this town's its headlights,
telling off,
floor that fourth,
forget this,
it's that afternoon kicking up,
that last goodbye,
cloud of dust is gonna get me,
or does she miss me?
Tonight it's looking F-150,
50,
am I holding on to her tonight,
or just a whiskey?
Is she better off without me,
or right here with me?
Yeah, tonight it's looking F-150,
50.
Heads,
it's headlights,
heading home,
tread left off the gear,
and this town's its headlights,
telling off,
floor that fourth,
forget this,
it's that afternoon kicking up,
that last goodbye,
cloud of dust is gonna get me,
or does she miss me?
Tonight it's looking F-150,
50. Yeah, tonight it's looking F-150,
50.
Is she better off without me,
or right here with me?
Yeah, tonight it's looking F-150,
50.