I Can't Drive 55 (live at the West End Marketplace, Dallas, TX, 12/4/91)

We're gonna do some driving, alright?

I got one foot on the brake and one on the gas
I see that 55, sir, but there's too much traffic, I can't pass, no
So I try my best to legal move but big black
And white come and cuts my groove, oh yeah

You can write me up for 125
Post my face, wanted dead or alive
Take my license and all that jive
But I can't drive 55
Not in Texas anyway, you can't, uh

I tried my name on number 24, yeah
And the judge said, "Boy, for just once more
I'm gonna throw your ass in that city jail"
And he looked me right in the eye, he said, "You get my point?"
I said, "Yeah, oh yeah"

You can write me up for 125
Post my face, wanted dead or alive
Take my license and all that jive
But I can't drive 55

I can't drive 55
I can't drive 55
I can't drive 55
I can't drive 55
Ooh

When I drive that slow, you know it's hard to steer, I said, "Sir"
I can't get my car in second gear
What used to take two hours now takes all day
It took me sixteen hours to get to Dallas, Texas today

And you can write me up for 125
Post my face, wanted dead or alive
Take my license and all that jive
But I can't drive 55
Oh no, uh

I can't drive 55
I can't drive 55