Loaded Gun - Grant-Lee Phillips

Plymouth Satellite a' flyin'

Near the speed a' sound

Got the windows down

And the wheels a' risin'

Clean up off the ground

Flood lights from the jailhouse shining

‘Cross the mustard fields

Some a' them boys I used to run with

Some a' them are in there still

Flyin' down the back roads

Like the last and only one

When you’re seventeen and wild

Boy you’re like a loaded gun

Don’t know what I’m runnin' from

Not sure where I’m goin'

Just seems like the world around me’s

Moving awful slow

So you drink it down

And you go devour everything you touch

My tank down on empty

Got no time though to fill it up

Flyin' down the back roads

Like the last and only one

When you’re seventeen and wild

Boy you’re like a loaded gun

Huck Finn in a Plymouth flying

Near the speed a' light

Two-lane highway to myself

There’s nothin' like a summer night

When you’re still a kid

But things ya did

You’re lucky just to be alive

Flyin' down the back roads

Like the last and only one

When you’re seventeen and wild

Boy you’re like a loaded gun

Flyin' down the back roads

In a race I never won

When you’re seventeen and wild

Boy you’re like a loaded gun