There's Carolina plates on a trailer load of grapes
Fresh off the vine from the sunshine
State of California, headed east on 40
And there's red bull and red man buzzin' up a young man
Draggin' a boat to the Southwest
Coast of Florida, to catch a barracuda
An there's a semi smokin' like a steam machine,
Running hot up a mountain haulin' gasoline
Huffin and a puffin, brothers that ain't nothin'
Cause in the get gone lane there's a mad red head,
Drinking double shot black
Lipstick on the edge of her Starbucks cup,
Closing shoes in the bed of that truck
Ain't a set of tail lights she ain't passed,
Finger out the window, barefoot on the gas
She's haulin' ass, ain't nothing says ain't coming back like that
Feels like i'm sitting still just a spinnin' my wheels,
Stuck in a traffic jam, behind a red transam
Dudes only doing eighty, chasing after my baby
There got a link in a beer train,
Hobbler load of sweet grain, Cadillac shoes
Those guitar pantie hose, God knows she's driving me crazy
I want a 911, a highway patrol
Reported a girl that i'm missing out of control
Tell her to turn around or let them spikes stretch down
Cause in the get gone lane there's a mad red head,
Drinking double shot black
Lipstick on the edge of her Starbucks cup,
Closing shoes in the bed of that truck
Ain't a set of tail lights she ain't passed,
Finger out the window, barefoot on the gas
She's haulin' ass, ain't nothing says ain't coming back like that
I think i see blue lights, coming up from behind
If they pull me over on the shoulder its over
She'll be too far down them yellow lines, i the get gone lane
Yeah, in the get gone lane
Lipstick on the edge of her Starbucks cup,
Closing shoes in the bed of my truck
Ain't a set of tail lights she ain't passed,
Finger out the window, barefoot on the gas
She's haulin' ass, ain't nothing says ain't coming back like that
I mean haulin' ass, ain't nothing says ain't coming back like that
Yeah, yeah in the get gone lane
She's haulin' ass