And I bet she's
topped off that two-ton tank at the Texaco
before she hits the road.
And I bet she's
* off enough to pick herself up a pack of smokes,
even though she don't flip or roll the dice.
It's the left or it's the right,
and one's going my way,
and one's hell on a highway.
Heads in headlights,
headed home,
tread left off the gear,
and this town's in tail lights, tailing off.
For that Ford,
forget this,
it's that afternoon kicking up.
That last goodbye cloud of dust is going to get me.
Does she miss me?
Tonight it's looking F-150,
50.
Yeah, tonight it's looking F-150,
50.
And I know Detroit.
I'm bolted down,
don't mess around underneath that hood.
And them horses are running good.
So the only thing that's breaking down
is maybe that girl's breaking down behind the wheel,
and I'm breaking down the odds tonight.
Heads in headlights,
headed home, tread left off the gear,
and this town's in tail lights, tailing off.
For that Ford,
forget this,
it's that afternoon kicking up.
That last goodbye cloud of dust is going to get me.
Does she miss me?
Tonight it's looking F-150,
50.
Am I holding on to her tonight or just a whiskey?
Is she better off
without me or right here with me?
Yeah, tonight it's looking F-150, 50.
Heads in headlights,
headed home, tread left off the gear,
and this town's in tail lights, tailing off.
For that Ford,
forget this,
it's that afternoon kicking up.
That last goodbye cloud of dust is going to get me.
Does she miss me?
Tonight it's looking F-150,
50.
Yeah, tonight it's looking F-150,
50.
Is she better off without me or right here with me?
Yeah, tonight it's looking F-150,
50.