Two hearts, two bucket seats, too much sun, not to wear shadesBoot to the pedal and pedal to the metal were the reason this road was paved, yeahNow honey, how fast do you want to go? NASCAR driving Miss DaisyRadio loud, radio low, I can sing if you want me to, babyI can tell God's smiling down, I just get that feelingYou and me going town to town on two lanes of freedomOh no red lights or stop signs around for milesJust swaying trees, your hair in the breeze and that smile, and I knowGod made old country roads for driving and dreamingMine's coming true, girl, here with you on two lanes of freedomTwo lanes of freedomA bottle of wine and a cheap motel door twelve feet from the roadWatch the sunset holding hands and talk about where we're gonna goSo where you wanna go? Where you wanna go? Where you wanna go? Where you wanna go?There's no red lights or stop signs around for milesJust swaying trees, your hair in the breeze and that smile, and I knowGod's looking down from that sky blue ceilingHe made these old country roads for driving and dreamingMine's coming true, girl, here with you on two lanes of freedomTwo lanes of freedomTwo lanes of freedomTwo lanes of freedomTwo lanes of freedomTwo lanes of freedomTwo lanes of freedomTwo lanes of freedomTwo lanes of freedomTwo lanes of freedomTwo lanes of freedomTwo lanes of freedom