Lyrics

Odometer is kicking back the numbers
The temperature is picking up in degrees
Speed limit keeps on getting higher
Every mile gets me closer to feeling free

My girl has get her head against the window
She?s packed up everything except for her regrets
I tell her things she never will remember
But I?ll whisper something that she will never forget

Cause I can?t believe it
Its only been two weeks since I?ve been gone
I?ll admit I?m a bit confused
By this overwhelming urge to just go on
Below the Mason-Dixon, leave behind my doubts
Screw the city, I am in the south

The black top heat wave shimmers out before me
And a rest stop lunch bag is crumpled up on the floor
I can?t help whistlin? Dixie down the highway
And the smell of sweet south summers I just can?t ignore

Cause I can?t believe it
Its only been two weeks since I?ve been gone
I?ll admit I?m a bit confused
By this overwhelming urge to just go on
Below the Mason-Dixon, leave behind my doubts
Screw the city, I am in the south

Don?t need to know where the road
Up ahead will go...

Cause I can?t believe it
Its only been two weeks since I?ve been gone
I?ll admit I?m a bit confused
By this overwhelming urge to just go on
Below the Mason-Dixon, leave behind my doubts
Screw the city, I am in the south