Not much for wearin’ out my welcome Always been that way and then some Lonesome half the time Cause I need free and I need spacious I get bothered, I get anxious just stoppin’ at a red light. If I’m good at one thing, that’s saying ‘Good Bye’. I’m the reason they make fast lanes My soul don’t roll like no slow train I hang my old hat in a new place But it won’t hang too long. Call me right or call me wrong That’s just my thing – I’m the reason they make fast lanes. When I left Georgia for the third time I was closer to that state line than I ever was to her Yeah, I could feel her fallin’ But somewhere down the road was callin’ And my wheels started to turn It won’t be the last time And she ain’t the first. I’m the reason they make fast lanes My soul don’t roll like no slow train I hang my old hat in a new place But it won’t hang too long. Call me right or call me wrong That’s just my thing – I’m the reason they make fast lanes. I’m the reason they make fast lanes My soul don’t roll like no slow train I hang my old hat in a new place But it won’t hang too long. Call me right or call me wrong That’s just my thing – I’m the reason they make fast lanes.