[Verse 1: Yowling garage-rock male lead, trashy snare, overdriven garage guitar] Three a.m. and I'm idling at the end of Darla's road Bike shaking like a dog with the engine running cold She climbs out the window with a bag and her boots in hand Kisses me hard and says, "Go, before he understands" Then the kitchen light comes on and the screen door slams And her daddy's in his robe with the keys in his hands Station wagon coughing and the high beams on our backs Darla screaming in my ear, "Don't you dare look back" [Hook: Yowling garage-rock male lead, yowling over the rattling bass] Floor it, Darla, hold on tight County line in the high beam light Her daddy's horn and his wagon's whine Floor it, Darla, we cross the line [Verse 2: Yowling garage-rock male lead, kick on every beat, tambourine] Eighty on the two-lane past the feed store and the church Wagon gaining on the straightaway and taking every curve Horn going like a goose and the wipers on for no reason Darla laughing in my ear like it's the start of hunting season Bike gets air at the railroad crossing, lands and we're alive Daddy's wagon hits it too and lands and he's still in drive Dogs are barking at the farmhouses from here to Miller's Creek Whole county's waking up and the wagon's at my cheek [Hook: Yowling garage-rock male lead, yowling over the rattling bass] Floor it, Darla, hold on tight County line in the high beam light Her daddy's horn and his wagon's whine Floor it, Darla, we cross the line [Bridge: Yowling garage-rock male lead, feedback howl over the idling engine, then the band hits back in on the green] Red light at the county line Nobody out here but us and him Wagon rolling up on the left Window coming down [Verse 3: Yowling garage-rock male lead, garage-rock band at full tilt] Daddy reaches out an envelope, a ring box on the top "That's thirty years of savings and her grandma's, now don't stop Thought you'd never get the nerve, son, I been waiting up for weeks Floor it, kid, before her mama wakes up from her sleep" Light goes green and Darla's crying and her daddy hits the horn And he's waving in the mirror like the day that she was born [Final Hook: Yowling garage-rock male lead, the whole band flat out] Floor it, Darla, hold on tight County line in the high beam light Her daddy's horn and his wagon's whine Floor it, Darla, we cross the line [Outro: Yowling garage-rock male lead, laughing into the wind] Thirty years in an envelope And a ring on the handlebars Floor it [End]
