5,500 milesAcross the Texas plainJust to look at the mountainsJust to not go insane (insane, insane)5,500 milesAcross the Texas plainJust to look at the oceanJust to not go insaneI'm goin' homeI'm starting homeOn a freezing eastern highwayA muddy snow bankA broken radioA dome of stars on a tin plateGot Booker T on cassette tapeTore out the amplifier to fit it inI saw the free way buckle and bendCarburetor struck a strong head windAnd I barreled...through California!And even on a cloudy dayAnd the end the sun peaks throughBetween the mountains and the clouds!Woo!5,500 milesAcross the Texas plainJust to look at the mountainsJust to not go insane5,500 milesAcross the Texas plainJust to look at the oceanJust to not go insaneAnd now I'm homeI made it homeOn a little four-cylinder engineA blue tin canA red sleepin' bagI wasn't alone the whole wayI had some com-pan-ayThe sterring wheel made a print on my armI stopped and I checked out the farmI saw the sun beat down hardAnd I barreled...through California!And even on a cloudy dayAnd the end the sun peaks throughBetween the mountains and the clouds!Haw!I can't drive five thousand lonely miles!I can't drive five thousand lonely miles!I can't drive five thousand lonely miles!I can't drive five thousand lonely miles!Five thousand, five hundred miles