Burnin' up Mockingbird Rd.

White house with the red mailbox
two blocks to the four way stop
miss the hole in the road
where it heads uphill
seven oak trees, one white pine
by the road with no street sign
round the curve cross the creek
past the old windmill
then it’s one more right
and five more miles
my heart keeps beat
with the lines on the street
and I just can’t slow down
I’m gonna burn it up
burnin' up Mockingbird Road
to where my baby lives you know
every chance I get I go
and everytime it’s time to burn that line
between her house and mine
I’ll go anything but slow
burning up mockingbird road
kick back turn the radio up
I barely have to drive this truck
because it already knows each mile by heart
sometimes it almost seems
I’m riding on wheels with wings
flying high through the night
to my baby’s arms
oh someday she’ll ride back with me
and I’m gonna bring a little gold ring
but until that day
I’m gonna burn it up
burnin' up Mockingbird Road
to where my baby lives you know
every chance I get I go
and everytime it’s time to burn that line
between her house and mine
I’ll go anything but slow
burning up Mockingbird Road
I’m gonna burn it up
burnin' up Mockingbird Road
to where my baby lives you know
every chance I get I go
and everytime it’s time to burn that line
between her house and mine
I’ll go anything but slow
burning up Mockingbird Road
buckle up heart, here we go
burning up Mockingbird Road
burning up Mockingbird Road