White Knuckle Ride

Rolling out of Reno on 395
I shot a cowboy, but I left him alive
He hit his little woman, knocked her to the ground
They were picking her up, I was running him down
He reached in his truck and pulled out a little gun
My 357 laid him down in the sun

(Chorus)
The road to hell is paved with good intentions
But, the pavement's hot and the devil's at your side
The sheriff's right behind you with suspicions
And there's no way off of this white knuckle ride

This Harley's running fast
And, there's just a little time
I'm three miles past
The Carson City sign
There's blue lights behind me and nowhere to go
Got to keep on rocking down this high desert road
Now, the chopper's overhead, and the roadblock's in sight
There's no way in hell they're going to take me alive

(Bridge)
No matter where I go, no matter what I do
Seems like trouble's always in view
I don't go looking for it; it finds me
It's part of being the bad boy of country