Rubber Meets The Road - Brantley Gilbert

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