Back Seat Driver - William Michael Morgan

And grab your coat, it's getting cold
You know I'm gonna miss you
Don't get below a quarter tank
That gas burns quicker than you think
Oh, and always check that rear view
Watch your speed at the Georgia line
Those boys'll get you everytime
And it's a hundred dollar fine

Drive like the devil
When you see an open highway
Let off that pedal
When a good view steals your breath away
Take a left if it feels right
Roll your windows down at night
You may get lost, but you'll be alright
There's a Bible on the dash
And a map tucked in the door
I can't be your backseat driver anymore

Here's to hopin' you won't need
That baseball bat behind the seat
But it's there if you ever do
And call home every couple days
If only for your mamma's sake
Hell, she tells all her friends about you
Now ten and two, buckle up
I threw a flashlight in the trunk
Next to that spare if you get stuck

Drive like the devil
When you see an open highway
Let off that pedal
When a good view steals your breath away
Take a left if it feels right
Roll your windows down at night
You may get lost, but you'll be alright
There's a Bible on the dash
And a map tucked in the door
I can't be your backseat driver anymore, anymore
I can't be your backseat driver anymore

Sometimes when I'm lost, I can still hear
My daddy's voice echo loud and clear

Drive like the devil
When you see an open highway
Let off that pedal
When a good view steals your breath away
Take a left if it feels right
Roll your windows down at night
You may get lost, but you'll be alright
There's a Bible on the dash
And a map tucked in the door
I can't be your backseat driver anymore
I can't be your backseat driver anymore, anymore
I can't be your backseat driver anymore
No, I can't, no, I can't
I can't be your backseat driver anymore