There was a man on the road 'bout an hour ago
And he went looking for a ride to New Mexico
We was driving by
Way too fast to know
Without your place on a high speed chase
I seen my girlie in the corner with a plastic face
And then she disappeared without a trace
I say without a trace

Now we're sitting back and sipping beers
And there's a man telling stories about his inner fears
We was all choked up and too close to tears

So we moved on up to a couple margaritas
I made a couple faces at a couple señoritas
Playing drinking games, but I'm too dumb to be here

Well now, my car broke down about an (hour ago)
We were heading on down to (New Mexico)
But we didn't... we did not see that the gas was low

Hey, hey, the gas was low
The gas was low
So low
So low
I almost lost my soul
Out on this long dusty road
A couple of years ago
I don't know, I do not know
If I am ever gone get this slow
I better pick it up, pick up the pace
Gotta get their before the end of the race
I gotta get my ribbon, gotta know that, got there first
Man I didn't get last
I'm gonna get home in after the call
I got the storm coming in and I don't know when
I'm gonna find my way and better get home
Gotta be there before the morn
Hey I should take my time, then we'll lay back a while
And imma get the quick
Show my style and the air got thick
And amma be home before the show, gonna begin in an hour or so