Album: Autoamerican

Go Through It

She knew it about Route Three.
Oh, she blew it, you know she coulda told me.
He can't say no, he can't ask why.
Go through it, highway bride.
He delivers, he's a roadsider.
He gets no road from a back seat driver.
Away we go, yes or no?
I love you honey, gimme a beer.
But just like Jerry Lee, she's tuning in on me.
And I've got no defense, but it makes no difference.
'Cause just like Jerry Lee, she's tuning in on me.
She does it easy, like a C.B.
He's hard to hold on the rolling road.
He knows his rig's hot, get through that roadblock.
Ten miles to go, oh, radio.
She knew it, now so does he.
Well, I love you honey, gimme a beer.
Ooh, go through it, come sit right here.