Ridin the Line

Standing at the gates of Heaven, singing: Why won't you let me in?
It's a long way from home, and we'll never see home again
We can ride the lightnin' till the good Lord let's us in
Or we can ride into the sunset and never see home again

So lift me up or get lost (lift me up now)
Time to get down, baby, I'm the boss (he's the boss)
Put it in the back, girl, no cost
And if all goes to hell, baby
There's guns and money in the glove box

I'm ridin' the line, baby
Searching for sunshine all night
I'm ridin' the line
I'm ridin' the line
Ooh (ooh)

You wanna give up on me
But you can't get caught for what you can't see
Better believe, I'm set free
From the South Carolina PD
And if all goes to hell, baby
There's guns and money in the glove box

I'm ridin' the line, baby
Searching for sunshine all night
I'm ridin' the line (riding the line)
Yeah, I'm ridin' the line (riding the line)
I'm ridin' the line, ooh (riding the line)

Still river (still river, still river)
Spirit (spirit, spirit, go)
Still river (still river, still river)