Road Fever

I'm back on the road and I ain't gonna stop, Goin' to roll 'til I'm old, gonna rock 'til I drop. Out of the smog, headin' into the sun, I'm goin' to New Orleans, Bourbon Street here I come! Road fever, wheels turnin' in the rain, Road fever, fire burnin' in my brain, Give her the gun, drive like a hurricane. Got the heat up high, and the radio's on, Diggin' rock and roll music while we're ridin' along. Maybe Atlanta, may be Birmingham, I know where I'm going, God knows where I am! Road fever, wheels turnin' in the rain, Road fever, fire burnin' in my brain, Give her the gun, drive like a hurricane. Speeding along like a bullet from a gun, It's a three day ride, we're gonna make it in one. I'm back on the road and I ain't gonna stop, Goin' to roll 'til I'm old, gonna rock 'til I drop. Road fever, wheels turnin' in the rain, Road fever, fire burnin' in my brain, Go driver go! Move like a hurricane. Woo! Go driver go! We're gone Woo! Yea, we're goin' to New Orleans We're goin' to New Orleans Look out here I come Whoo!