Devil in the Shotgun Seat

Washed the truck on a Friday noon,
Radio hummin' that same old tune.
Promised myself I was stayin' in,
Keepin' clean from that easy sin.

Headlights flash in the gravel drive,
Motor purrin' like it’s come alive.
Tap on the glass and a crooked grin,
Here we go, back down again!

Key in the tumbler,
Foot on the floor,
Don't even bother,
To lock the front door!
One little spark,
Gonna light up the dark!

Got the DEVIL in the shotgun seat!
Spinnin' rubber on a dead-end street!
Laughin' loud through the rollin' smoke,
Treatin' danger like a backstage joke!
Yeah, pedal down, cannot retreat,
With the devil in the shotgun seat!

Neon buzzing at the county line,
Burnin' money, killin' time.
Know it’s bad, but it feels so sweet,
Shufflin' along to that rhythm beat.

Key in the tumbler,
Foot on the floor,
Don't even bother,
To lock the front door!
One little spark,
Gonna light up the dark!

Got the DEVIL in the shotgun seat!
Spinnin' rubber on a dead-end street!
Laughin' loud through the rollin' smoke,
Treatin' danger like a backstage joke!
Yeah, pedal down, cannot retreat,
With the devil in the shotgun seat!

Said I wouldn't do it,
Here I go again.
Roll another mile,
Where the highway ends!
Turn it up!

Got the DEVIL in the shotgun seat!
Spinnin' rubber on a dead-end street!
Laughin' loud through the rollin' smoke,
Treatin' danger like a backstage joke!
Yeah, pedal down, cannot retreat,
With the devil in the shotgun seat!
Yeah, in the shotgun seat!

Shotgun seat...
Ride on out.