The way we drive
55 down a no name road and I
Cant keep up with her gypsy soul
And I can tell when southern bell
Has me on my toes
My hands on the wheel and the wind she feels
As hers is out the window
The way she rides while i drive
Feet on the dash cups spiked inside
Blaring the waylon and the jones
Rolling shotgun yeah shes got me stoned and i
I cant get any higher
And i know and i know right now
Shes one hell of a midnight rider
Were jamming to
The kenwood speakers as they jam out those old school tunes
Well george jones could but i cant stop loving you
By the way you look tonight
Well shes the three cup down
As roll through town
Needing more whiskey on ice
The way she rides while i drive
Feet on the dash cups spiked inside
Blaring the waylon and the jones
Rolling shotgun yeah shes got me stoned and i
I cant get any higher
And i know and i know right now
Shes one hell of a midnight rider
The way she rides
Whoa whoa the way she rides
The way she rides while i drive
Feet on the dash cups spiked inside
Blaring the waylon and jones
Rolling shotgun yeah shes got me stoned and i
I cant get any higher
And i know and i know right now
Shes one hell of a midnight rider
A midnight rider