I broke my last dollar on the road from the show
Trusting my heart to know where to go
In the night-time I pray
Needed some money to keep my dreams in gear
Needed an old rig that I could steer
Cos its
All that I do know
Buying out of dates from a roadside store
And on the back of that old hard wood door
Beside a Wild West dress was my ticket to you
It aint cheap to keep the show on the road
So, I took the job and I took the load
And I made my way down the 102
And I turned my back on that coast line
As I did cross route 109
As I'm Rolling away
I feel you in my mind
Knocking these cities down
That engine it does sound
Like a record of your heart pound
It is my hands that's on that wheel
But its you that's driving me
A 1000 miles
A 1000 miles closer to you
Caught the M11 of the M2 flow
Around another City as the sun hangs low
As the night it fades away
Found a run-down truck stop for fuel and some gear
For the mind and engine to keep running clear to help
Lighten the load
The radio played songs back to back
The kind that change your life in 3 minutes flat
As I did roll in dust down the 22
The time took its toll but I made the last show
Then I tipped the load and I turned for home
And I made my way back towards you
And I seen the sign for the coast line
As I did cross the 109
As I'm rolling away
I feel you in my mind
Knocking these cities down
That engine it does sound
Like a record of your heart pound
It is my hands that's on that wheel
But its you that's driving me
A 1000 miles
Another 1000 miles , closer to you
From the dry desert dust to the mist of the sea
It is you that's driving me
Well I got a back load of a 360
It is you that's driving me
Heading north through the pines to Rockham city
It is you that's driving me
Flat through Ballarat with 50 tonne of steel
It is you that's driving me
Rolling away
I feel you in my mind
Knocking these cities down
That engine it does sound
Like a record of your heart pound
It is my hands that's on that wheel
But its you that's driving me
A 1000 miles
A 1000 miles
A 1000 miles , back home to you
Marty Mone - It Is You That's Driving Me Lyrics
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I broke my last dollar on the road from the show
Trusting my heart to know where to go
In the night-time I pray
Needed some money to keep my dreams in gear
Needed an old rig that I could steer
Cos its
All that I do know
Buying out of dates from a roadside store
And on the back of that old hard wood door
Beside a Wild West dress was my ticket to you
It aint cheap to keep the show on the road
So, I took the job and I took the load
And I made my way down the 102
And I turned my back on that coast line
As I did cross route 109
As I'm Rolling away
I feel you in my mind
Knocking these cities down
That engine it does sound
Like a record of your heart pound
It is my hands that's on that wheel
But its you that's driving me
A 1000 miles
A 1000 miles closer to you
Caught the M11 of the M2 flow
Around another City as the sun hangs low
As the night it fades away
Found a run-down truck stop for fuel and some gear
For the mind and engine to keep running clear to help
Lighten the load
The radio played songs back to back
The kind that change your life in 3 minutes flat
As I did roll in dust down the 22
The time took its toll but I made the last show
Then I tipped the load and I turned for home
And I made my way back towards you
And I seen the sign for the coast line
As I did cross the 109
As I'm rolling away
I feel you in my mind
Knocking these cities down
That engine it does sound
Like a record of your heart pound
It is my hands that's on that wheel
But its you that's driving me
A 1000 miles
Another 1000 miles , closer to you
From the dry desert dust to the mist of the sea
It is you that's driving me
Well I got a back load of a 360
It is you that's driving me
Heading north through the pines to Rockham city
It is you that's driving me
Flat through Ballarat with 50 tonne of steel
It is you that's driving me
Rolling away
I feel you in my mind
Knocking these cities down
That engine it does sound
Like a record of your heart pound
It is my hands that's on that wheel
But its you that's driving me
A 1000 miles
A 1000 miles
A 1000 miles , back home to you
Trusting my heart to know where to go
In the night-time I pray
Needed some money to keep my dreams in gear
Needed an old rig that I could steer
Cos its
All that I do know
Buying out of dates from a roadside store
And on the back of that old hard wood door
Beside a Wild West dress was my ticket to you
It aint cheap to keep the show on the road
So, I took the job and I took the load
And I made my way down the 102
And I turned my back on that coast line
As I did cross route 109
As I'm Rolling away
I feel you in my mind
Knocking these cities down
That engine it does sound
Like a record of your heart pound
It is my hands that's on that wheel
But its you that's driving me
A 1000 miles
A 1000 miles closer to you
Caught the M11 of the M2 flow
Around another City as the sun hangs low
As the night it fades away
Found a run-down truck stop for fuel and some gear
For the mind and engine to keep running clear to help
Lighten the load
The radio played songs back to back
The kind that change your life in 3 minutes flat
As I did roll in dust down the 22
The time took its toll but I made the last show
Then I tipped the load and I turned for home
And I made my way back towards you
And I seen the sign for the coast line
As I did cross the 109
As I'm rolling away
I feel you in my mind
Knocking these cities down
That engine it does sound
Like a record of your heart pound
It is my hands that's on that wheel
But its you that's driving me
A 1000 miles
Another 1000 miles , closer to you
From the dry desert dust to the mist of the sea
It is you that's driving me
Well I got a back load of a 360
It is you that's driving me
Heading north through the pines to Rockham city
It is you that's driving me
Flat through Ballarat with 50 tonne of steel
It is you that's driving me
Rolling away
I feel you in my mind
Knocking these cities down
That engine it does sound
Like a record of your heart pound
It is my hands that's on that wheel
But its you that's driving me
A 1000 miles
A 1000 miles
A 1000 miles , back home to you