Leaving my home up in Massachusetts Snowflakes are blowing across the sky ------- The Turnpike’s loaded with trailers and truckers Heading out cross the NY state line ------- Mama won’t you drive me up Ole Whiskey Mountain Drop the throttle right down and fly into the night Mama won’t you drive me up Ole Whiskey Mountain Put the pedal to the metal we’ll leave them all behind My wallets in the dash I left beers in the cupboard The moons overhead I got glare in my eyes ----- Now day break is here 500 miles behind me Nothing has changed but the changing of time----- Mama won’t you drive me up Ole Whiskey Mountain Drop the throttle right down and fly into the night Mama won’t you drive me up Ole Whiskey Mountain 400 to the floor your sucking dust from behind Mama don’t let your babies grow up To be cowboys, bankers, lawyers and such Driving all night the stars i can see them shining all bright like that North Church light The Turnpike’s loaded with trailers and truckers Heading out cross the NY state line Driving all night the stars i can see them shining all bright like that North Church light

(C) Woke up staring into the sun (C) In a moment be ready to run (F) Pull that visor down over your eyes (C) drive west right out of Amarillo's lies (G) 1 for the luckies, 2 for the road, come on baby lets (C) go (C) We drove around the interstate (C) Right past the pearly gates (F) We traveled through small towns at night (C) To ends of the earth, I swear no lie (G) 1 for the luckies, 2 for the road, come on baby lets (C) go It was our (F) time it showed on our (C) faces There was (G) nothing to talk (C) about It was our (F) time we were off to the (C) races You did nothing but drive (G) circles around my (C) heart (C) Stop for gas every 200 miles (C) Long hot drought I miss those smiles (F) Trucker stops with his eyes shot red (C) Field of dreams rush to my head (G)1 for the luckies, 2 for the road com on baby let's go (C) old It was our (F) time it showed on our (C) faces There was (G) nothing to talk (C) about It was our (F) time we were off to the (C) races You did nothing but drive (G) circles around my (C) heart Down route 67 my Camaro flies Through Colorado's mountain high These hands just can't hold that flame The rear-view mirror doesn’t know my name 1 for the luckies, and 2 for the road come on baby let’s go Now It was (F) all just a dream Something we (c) hoped for something we schemed It was (G)all just a (C) Dream It was our (F) time and we were off to the (C) races G) 1 for the luckies and 2 for the road come on baby lets go (C)