It was a black top highway, must have been a hundred degrees She was my blacktop baby, I’m pushing her to extremes Between the heat and my baby, I hope to make Santa Fe  That business in Austin, I’ll tell you was a bad bad time They said it’d be easy, so I went ahead and crossed that line Well you just don’t know, when it’s time to leave it all behind  The road is smooth, and she’s taking me down tonight Nobody can catch me, I’m a spot on the horizon alright Got the radio loud and I’m holding on to her real tight  Stuck to the white line, flying like a spinning top Speed on the brain, never never going to stop Well I’m loaded for action, but this dirty business cost a lot  When the sun came up, we started on a downhill slide Her engine was humming but we couldn’t find a place to hide Then we got to the point where the meeting of the minds collide  So we kept on flying until we reached Santa Cruz Laid down on the beach while Buddy Guy played the blues But when I broke the lock I found a suitcase full of shoes  It was Bad business