Some Sunday, you’ll find yourself turning 16 You’ll turn the key, keep on turning to
Until I fade from your rear view You’ll hit the two links straight away and
Crank your radio Drop that hammer down to the floor
Just to see how fast you’ll I know
know All chances you’ll
wrong you’ll The rules bones you’ll
you something prove All the trouble chase
I pray that I’ll get through
the of turn off highway down Hurd
Road Feel heartbreak the first
Cause your truck want grab bottle bottom
Shelf Turn up you it
But don’t do to thinking I don’t know
But the chances
The wrong turns The hearts the bones break
Cause you got to prove All the you’ll
the hell you’ll single day pray that I’ll through
part
Yeah, I the Boy, I’ve in your boots
Yeah, know I know you
wrong turns you’ll make
The and rules and bones you something prove
trouble chase hell you’ll
day I I’ll main
part you