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