Lyrics:

I'm an eighteen wheeler with a throttle pinned down
And a brake line cut just a-screamin' through your town
Well, I'm a runaway ghost train with no way left to stop

Well, I'm a nightmare that comes from your California dreamin'
With your bloodshot eyes thinkin' nothin's what it's seemin'
I'm a Bradbury story, spreadin' like a fire from hell

No, I never met a lesson I didn't learn well

I get wound up and found up in places you'll never see
I was born to be a God-fearin', song-singin', good-timin' son of a son of an SOB
I never set out to hurt anybody, you'll see
I just set out to chase that song that's chasin' me

Well, I'm a late night thunder tryin' to raise the dead
Well, I'm a pound and the haze of your whiskey trippin' head
Well, I'm the cough in your first smoke, go on and load that gun

I'm a thirteen squared, I'm a thirteen twice
Just a black cat walking on thin black ice
I'm a jinx Lord, I can't help it I was born half bad

Sometimes I can't remember they're the best I've had

I get wound up and found up in places you'll never see
I was born to be a God-fearin', song-singin', good-timin' son of a son of an SOB
I never set out to hurt anybody, you'll see
I just set out to chase that song that's chasin' me

Yeah, I get wound up and found up in places you'll never see
I was born to be a God-fearin', song-singin', good-timin' son of a son of an SOB
I never set out to hurt anybody, you'll see
I just set out to chase that song that's chasin' me

I set out to chase that song...
...Out to chase that song...
I set out to chase that song that's chasin' me