Frank Foster - Flying down the highway

^AWell it's a Saturday night down in Dixie ^DShots full of rhythm and whiskey^{A A}And what do you know it's time to ^Dplay ^AGrab your boots and jump off the tour bus ^DThere's a rowdy crowd waiting on us^{A A}Somebody show me to the ^Dstage ^AGive me the mic put me in the spotlight ^DBecause everybody came here to get right^{A A}And them blue collar boys just got ^Dpaid

^GWe'll be rockin till the break of ^Dday And flyin on down the ^Ahighway

^AWe came to give you more for your money ^DSouthern rock and some outlaw country^{A A}And don't forget about my solid ^Dgold ^AThat ole underground crown has been tooken ^DI got music like mommas home cooking^{A A}Lord it just feels good in your ^Dsoul ^ASo turn it on and crank it up to twelve son^{D D}We gonna kick like daddy's ole pump gun^{A A}Get paid then we gettin on down the ^Droad

^GWe'll be rockin till the break of ^Dday Then flyin on down the ^Ahighway ^GWe'll be rockin till the break of ^Dday-^Ahey ^GWe'll be rockin till the break of ^Dday Then flyin on down the ^Ahighway

^AHey there mister bartender ^DA roughneck don't need a blender^{A A}Son pop a top on something ^Dcold ^AAnd grab a few for me and the fella's^{D D}And that gal in the sunshine yellow^{A A}With a thousand eyes that are out of ^Dcontrol ^AAnd if she needs to get her another ^A7/GCause later on down a dirt road brot^D/F#her ^D/F#I'm gonna take her to a spot that nobody ^D7knows

^GRock with her to the break of ^Dday Then fly on down the ^Ahighway ^{G D A G}We'll be rockin till the break of ^Dday-^Ahey ^GWe'll be rockin till the break of ^Dday

N.C.

Then flyin on down the highway