State Line
Driving down the road a thousand miles an hour,
hoping that the rain won't fall
A dry road's a fast road and I've got a long way to go
Got to get beyond the sirens howl.
Had a little trouble in a low down booze joint
Just passing through town
Twenty seconds later there's a man on the floor
And I'm running form the sheriff of the town.
Gotta make it to the state line
Can I escape the land of the free
Gotta make it to the state line
They're never gonna get there hands on me.
Try turning on the radio
police say they're closing in quickly on the suspect
Sweat running down in rivers on my brow
I'm not a criminal but now there's no turning back.
Gotta make it to the state line
Can I escape the land of the free
Gotta make it to the state line
They're never gonna get there hands on me.
Now I'm gunning for the border
As the sirens split the sky
In the name of law and order
But I refuse to die.
Gotta make it to the state line
Can I escape the land of the free
Gotta make it to the state line
They're never gonna get there hands on me.
I'm gunning for the border; Gunning for the border
I'm running gunning for the border
I can see it up ahead now
There it is, there it is
Shift gears and I'm on my way.