Back Seat Driver Lyrics - William Michael Morgan Ep - William Michael Morgan

And grab your coat, it's getting cold 

You know I'm gonna miss you 

Don't get below a quarter tank 

That gas burns quicker than you think 

Oh, and always check that rear view 

Watch your speed at the Georgia line 

Those boys'll get you everytime 

And it's a hundred dollar fine 

Drive like the devil 

When you see an open highway 

Let off that pedal 

When a good view steals your breath away 

Take a left if it feels right 

Roll your windows down at night 

You may get lost, but you'll be alright 

There's a Bible on the dash 

And a map tucked in the door 

I can't be your backseat driver anymore 

Here's to hopin' you won't need 

That baseball bat behind the seat 

But it's there if you ever do 

And call home every couple days 

If only for your mamma's sake 

Hell, she tells all her friends about you 

Now ten and two, buckle up 

I threw a flashlight in the trunk 

Next to that spare if you get stuck 

Drive like the devil 

When you see an open highway 

Let off that pedal 

When a good view steals your breath away 

Take a left if it feels right 

Roll your windows down at night 

You may get lost, but you'll be alright 

There's a Bible on the dash 

And a map tucked in the door 

I can't be your backseat driver anymore, anymore 

I can't be your backseat driver anymore 

Sometimes when I'm lost, I can still hear 

My daddy's voice echo loud and clear 

Drive like the devil 

When you see an open highway 

Let off that pedal 

When a good view steals your breath away 

Take a left if it feels right 

Roll your windows down at night 

You may get lost, but you'll be alright 

There's a Bible on the dash 

And a map tucked in the door 

I can't be your backseat driver anymore 

I can't be your backseat driver anymore, anymore 

I can't be your backseat driver anymore 

No, I can't, no, I can't 

I can't be your backseat driver anymore