Eric Worley

Lyrics

Fired up the American war machine
We’re going to make the motor run
Horses in the field have a wild streak
Every time they hear us shut it down
When the gravel hits the blacktop
We drop the top and turn the radio up
Engine running thighs so high so she can reach the sky
Driving deep into the night in the morning the light was in my eyes
Blue eyed girl took me in like a real fine wine
There’s a burned out Chevrolet in the bottom of the canyon
Bullet holes in the roof that’s covered in a rust heap
Rattlers in the road in the summertime laying in the sun
Don’t go down to fish unless you have a gun
Picked her fresh from the soda pop shop
Blue eyed wonder and a cherry bomb
She drove my 389 Pontiac stock with a convertible top
She took me down for a real ride
Went driving deep in the night
In the morning the light was in my eyes
She stole my heart and I made her mine
Gravity hill to Dead Indian road she ran the state line
Fire on your lips taste like a kiss you’ll never miss these lips like this
Fire up the American war machine
Engine running thighs so high she can reach the sky
She took me in like a real fine wine
She drove deep into the night
The morning light was in my eye
She drove my 389
She stole my heart and I made her mine