Well I need to get out, I need to cut loose
I need to go fill up a tank, roll through a town or two
‘Cause that highway’s calling, like it always does
And it’s been a while since I picked up
When the rubber meets the road, I can feel the freedom
Grab a steering wheel, shifting gears and believing
Making me some dust, crank the music up
I like it ’round here but damn, I really love
When the rubber meets the road, road, road
Yeah, I still drive that truck dad and I fixed up
I take it out on the interstate when I need to feel a rush
It makes me think of seventeen, him ridin’ shotgun next to me
We wasn’t scared of nothing, naw nothing
When the rubber meets the road, I can feel the freedom
Grab a steering wheel, shifting gears and believing
Making me some dust, crank the music up
I like it ’round here but damn, I really love
When the rubber meets the road, road, road
Oh yeah
That highway’s calling, like it always does
And it’s been a while since I picked up
When the rubber meets the road, I can feel the freedom
Grab a steering wheel, shifting gears and believing
Making me some dust (making me some dust), crank the music up (crank the music up)
I like it ’round here but damn, I really love
When the rubber meets the road, road, road
Damn, I really love
When the rubber meets the road, road, road
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Brantley Gilbert Lyrics – Rubber Meets The Road