Speed by Montgomery Gentry

I'm tired of spinning my wheels I need to find a place where my heart can go to heal I need to get there pretty quick Hey mister, what you got out on that lot you can sell me in a pinch Maybe one of them souped up muscle cars The kind that makes you think you're stronger than you are Color don't matter, no I don't need leather seats All that really concerns me is: Speed, an' how fast will it go Can it get me over her quickly Zero to sixty, can it outrun her memory Yeah, what I really need Is an open road An' a whole lot of speed I'd like to trade in this old truck 'Cause it makes me think of her and that just slows me up See, it's the first place we made love, where we used to sit and talk On the tailgate all night long, but now she's gone An' I need to move on So give me: Speed, an' how fast will it go Can it get me over her quickly Zero to sixty, can it outrun her memory Yeah, what I really need Is an open road An' a whole lot of speed Throw me them keys so I can put some miles between us Tear off that rear view mirror, there's nothing left to see here, yeah Let me lean on that gas, oh she catches up fast So give me: Speed, an' how fast will it go Can it get me over her quickly Zero to sixty, can it outrun her memory Yeah, what I really need Is an open road An' a whole lot of speed That's what I need I'm tired of spinning my wheels I'm tired of spinning my wheels