[ Featuring The High Heat ]
I been truckin' down the big slab
Diesel smoke in my eyes
Tryin' to make it in to Cheyenne
By my midnight deadline
But the bear in the air must've seen me
Cause they pulled me aside
And that trooper grinned when he said
"No one comes through my town
Without payin' their fine"
Get in line
Get in line
Get in line
Get in line
Well when I sold my rig in Santa Fe
For a story and a song
About the man that always comes up short
For hanging on too long
Well I sang it for a whore from Illinois
Thought it'd be worth a try
But I never heard it quite so loud
From behind such quiet eyes
Get in line
Get in line
Get in line
Get in line
Well I tried tempting the devil
With a bottle to my head
And I swore that I'd go easy
As I lay there on my bed
But that devil, she's a sly ole fox
And she whispered in my ear
"You got a lot more hell to go through
Before you get out of here"
Get in line
Get in line
Get in line
Get in line
