I left Atlanta, Georgia,
Interstate 65.
I'm headin' out to California,
Doin' 'bout a hundred and five.
Makin' good time, makin' good time, makin' good time.

I heard about the girls in Dallas,
Give you good love every day.
Now, I heard about the girls in New Orleans,
And that's why I'm on my way.
Makin' good time, makin' good time, yeah, makin' good time, baby.

Now if these old wheels don't make it,
If I don't make Santa Fe,
I'm gonna hitch-hike a ride by a motorcycle comin', yeah,
I'm gonna make it any way. 'Cause I'm
Makin' good time, makin' good time, yeah, feelin' so fine.

Makin' good time, makin' good time, makin' good time.