[00:07.820]Plymouth Satellite a’ flying
[00:09.770]Near the speed a’ sound
[00:11.380]Got the windows down
[00:12.290]And the wheels a’ rising
[00:13.090]Clean up off the ground
[00:15.150]Flood lights from the jailhouse shining
[00:16.860]‘Cross the mustard fields
[00:18.770]Some a’ them boys I used to run with
[00:20.480]Some a’ them are in there still
[00:22.510]Flyin’ down the back roads
[00:25.870]Like the last and only one
[00:29.480]When you’re seventeen and wild
[00:33.050]Boy you’re like a loaded gun
[00:38.850]Don’t know what I’m runnin’ from
[00:40.440]Not sure where I’m going
[00:42.410]Just seems like the world around me’s
[00:44.200]Moving awful slow
[00:45.980]So you drink it down
[00:46.770]And you go devour everything you touch
[00:49.780]My tank down on empty
[00:51.250]Got no time though to fill it up
[00:53.430]Flyin’ down the back roads
[00:56.650]Like the last and only one
[01:00.360]When you’re seventeen and wild
[01:04.010]Boy you’re like a loaded gun
[01:26.200]Huck Finn in a Plymouth flying
[01:27.840]Near the speed a’ light
[01:29.700]Two-lane highway to myself
[01:31.360]There’s nothin’ like a summer night
[01:33.360]When you’re still a kid
[01:34.220]But things ya did
[01:35.120]You’re lucky just to be alive
[01:37.140]Flyin’ down the back roads
[01:40.310]Like the last and only one
[01:44.350]When you’re seventeen and wild
[01:47.660]Boy you’re like a loaded gun
[01:51.790]Flyin’ down the back roads
[01:55.090]In a race I never won
[01:58.810]When you’re seventeen and wild
[02:02.080]Boy you’re like a loaded gun

Plymouth Satellite a’ flying
Near the speed a’ sound
Got the windows down
And the wheels a’ rising
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 going
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