Motorsound Lyrics

Your wheels pushing down the ground

How sweet is your motor sound

Yours truly, my only friend

Through the road that never ends

Ways that I rode you

Ways that I rode you

Ways that I rode you

I can't take it anymore

First rode back in 89

Never crashed down the line

Talking always with myself

Doesn't move with no one else

Lonesome riders through the trails

Waking up the rattlesnakes

Scratches on the right side

Lonesome road is black and mine

Ways that I rode you

Ways that I rode you

Ways that I rode you

I can't take it anymore

Early a dawn, started driving on

Hundred seventeen, till the day is done

Right now, I'm scratching my eyes

Help me feeling awake, till the day will die

Shapes and forms of the interstate

Are a litany for not losing faith

Weeks, months, years passed by

Early every dawn, till the day I die

Early a dawn, started driving on

Interstate, till the day is done

Right now, I'm scratching my eyes

I can't take it anymore

First rode back in 89

Never crashed down the line

Doesn't move with no one else

Talking always with myself

Lonesome riders through the trails

Waking up the rattlesnakes

Scratches on the right side

Lonesome road is black and mine

Ways that I rode you

Ways that I rode you

Ways that I rode you

I can't take it anymore

Anymore