I came in goin' at a hundred miles an hour
Just a kid outta Conroe lookin'
for somethin' a little bit louder
Learnin' it gets blurry, in a hurry on the edge
I spent damn near fifteen years out
on the highway pushin' red

Hammer down, never stickin' around
head harder than a tree
Foot on the gas, never lookin' back
and always ready to leave
I remember shakin' my head when my old man told me
"Boy, one of these days
you won't always be hung up on speed"

She came in slow and easy, fallin' like a fеather
Her blue еyes felt like an old handwritten letter
I learned the hard way she was right about takin' her time
So, I just pretend that wherever
she is it's at the end of the line

Hammer down, never stickin' around, head harder than a tree
Foot on the gas, never lookin' back
and always ready to leave
I remember shakin' my head when my old man told me
"Boy, one of these days
you won't always be hung up on speed"

Hammer down, never stickin' around, head harder than a tree
Foot on the gas, never lookin' back
and always ready to leave
I remember shakin' my head when my old man told me
"Boy, one of these days
you won't always be hung up on speed"
"Boy, one of these days
you won't always be hung up on speed