I-35

It was freezing cold in Dallas when I made my get away

I out ran a cold front when I gave my truck the reins

Barreling down I-35 with one thought on my mind

Forget the race find an open space, leave that city far behind

Well hello there Austin, you look to be just fine

Well pardon me San Marcos, but Im trying to make some time

Theres a storm in my rear-view and a city on my nerves

But theres a piece of mind in the straight-away and comfort in the curves

I didnt pull off in Von Ormy, like I normally do

I went on down to Devine town, I bought a six-pack or two

I glanced back across my shoulder, like a seventh season buck

All I saw was a wall of clouds, I hopped back in my truck

Guten-tag New Braunfels, how are you today

Hola Ol San Antonio, please stand out of my way

Theres a storm in my rear-view and a city on my nerves

But theres a piece of mind in the straight-away and comfort in the curves

Well I know that Mother-Nature will catch me in the end

But Ill put some miles behind me before I turn to face the wind

Well dont ya leave that barn door open, not even just a crack

If I see a hint of daylight, youll never get me back

Well hello old Batesville, do you remember me

And look out there La Pryor, but Im coming through cant you see

Theres a storm in my rear-view and a city on my nerves

But theres a piece of mind in the straight-away and comfort in the curves

I say Im barreling down I-35 with one thought on my mind

Forget the race find an open space, leave that city, that damned old city far behind

Leave that city way far behind