Im on the ninety heading North, its iced up pretty bad
That wind off the lake makes it hard to stay on track
Theres a pretty little thing, brown hair and green eyes

Right now shes the number one thing on my mind



If I can stay on this highway and get there alive
She says that shell make it worth my drive
Shes waiting for me on the other side of all of this snow


Why else would I be hell bent for Buffalo?



Theres a Semi in the ditch, theres flashin lights ahead
But Im thinkin about a fireplace and a nice warm bed

My coffees way past cold, all my cigarettes are gone
My knuckles cold and white from how tight Im holdin on



If I can stay on this highway and get here alive
She says that shell make it worth my drive

Shes waiting for me on the other side of all of this snow
Why else would I be hell bent for Buffalo?



I could turn this rig around, its still like summer in the South
But I can see her in my mind as I throw this hammer down


If I can stay on this highway and get here alive
She says that shell make it worth my drive

Shes waiting for me on the other side of all of this snow
Why else would I be hell bent for Buffalo