(Randall Hall, Johnny Van Zant, Ed King, Robert Johnson) Five a.m. in the mornin', whiskey still runnin' through my head I could get out of bed and maybe I'll just have another cigarette As long as I can remember seems all I've ever done is work The boss is a jerk and I ain't payin' the rent Spent my whole life shovelin' dirt [Chorus:] I'm gonna get outta Hell in my Dodge Can't take this anymore Gonna go downtown pick up my girl There ain't nothin' worth waitin' for Take the road less traveled Spend my life behind the wheel Gonna get outta Hell in my Dodge Freedom made out of steel There's a knock on the door from the Sheriff Askin' me where I was last night Seems somebody lookin' a lot like me Had takin' up with his wife He said son if I ever catch him There's gonna be some hell to pay He'll be gone for good if I see him again 'Cause I just might blow him away [Chorus] What's a poor man supposed to do Stuck in the middle and trapped by the blues Baby, I'm sick of these blues I'm gonna get outta Hell in my Dodge Can't take this anymore Gonna go downtown pick up my girl There ain't nothin' worth waitin' for Well I Don't care if I'm wrong or right Gotta split this town tonight Gonna get outta Hell in my Dodge Live my life behind the wheel I'm Gonna get outta Hell in my Dodge My freedom made out of steel
