We hit the road and I hit the bank
It's a big machine, got a hungry tank
The highway hums and the rubber rolls
Beat the street, gotta pay the tolls

Dreamed Jimmy Page was in my band
'Cause his soul is in my hand
I smoke what I like
I drink what I choose
Don't tell me how to play the blues
'Cause you don't own me

The beast won't rest, it must be fed
The band's on fire, needle hits the red
The lights go down and you pack the load
Lock the door, baby, hit the road

Dreamed Jimmy Page was in my band
'Cause his soul is in my hand
I smoke what I like
I drink what I choose
Don't tell me how to play the blues
'Cause you don't own me
'Cause you don't own me

The cards are stacked so I can't fold
It's all on black and my drink is cold

Dreamed Jimmy Page was in my band
'Cause his soul is in my hand
I smoke what I like
I drink what I choose
Don't tell me how to play the blues
'Cause you don't own me
'Cause you don't own me