"Living For The Ride" lyrics

Living for the ride
Doing 95

(Let's go) This is for my midnight drifters, the long haul truckers
The highway gypsy, van full of brothers
Splitting these lanes from the sun to the rain
Never leaving any tracks like a runaway train
White line riding, looking for a ghost town
Hole in the wall, cold one to throw down
Speakers on blast, but the wheels stay humming
Heavy on the gas 'cause the sheriff ain't coming

Sometimes we get lost in the race
They want us to live our life like rats in a maze
Sometimes it's okay to lose control
It'll be alright when you ride that wide open road

Living for the ride, doing 95
Turning up that stereo, my blood is pumping fire
Skynyrd, sweat and whiskey
Wearing down these tires
This is how I choose to live my life
I'm living for the ride

Ain't no time on the clock when you're living for the ride
Only stop for a shot when you see the first dive
Catch me on the freeway doing 90
Looking for some trouble, hoping that it finds me
Bass gon' hit, make the rear view rattle
Baddie with a grip on the hip in the saddle
Outlaw chicks, they ain't hard to handle
They love that rumble when you spit that gravel

I just want some wide open space
Throw this bitch in drive, rip through these lanes
I just want some wide open space
Blowing these stop signs, get the hell out my way

Living for the ride, doing 95
Turning on that stereo, my blood is pumping fire
Skynyrd, sweat and whiskey
Wearing down these tires
This is how I choose to live my life
I'm living for the ride