Written by Marty Stuart 



All right, all right, all right

Well I am the main Mississippi Mudcat and always will be

Hello everybody

So there I was cruisin' through the country in my hot rod car

Just visitin' my friends up and down the backroads

I was driving slow

I was driving slow, meditatin' on Sheryl Crow

Sheryl Crow I'm telling you the truth now

(He's telling you the truth) 

42 miles an hour my gasoline was all gone

I was trying to look real cool and find my way back home

Darn, dark, dark

Driving slow, driving slow

Just seemed like an endless supply of hi line poles and mailboxes

Then all of a sudden there stood by the mail box at route 4 box 153

A damsel, yes a damsel in disdress (alright)

A damsel in disdress wearing high heels

With big blue eyes that made the darkness crawl

And a smile that could make a man cry

Yes I know (yes he knows) ring that phone boys...Go



I stopped and said "'hello

And you are without a doubt the most beautiful magnolia I have ever seen in my life"

She said "shut up Marty party

What are you doing tonight riding around in that hot rod

With that loud radio, showing off them chromium pipes and fold away wings"

I said "baby, I'm just looking for gas cans, have you seen any"

Sometimes a fast rubber-tired shiny car is the thing to have

She said "well Marty party do you want some company

You know my specialty is spotting gas cans" (uh oh yeah, uh-oh)

She said to me, she said to me "what do you call this ride"

I said "honey, this here is my rocket ship" (all right)

And get in, just get in, just get in, just get in



Let's go home now

Alright