She looked at me like she was a kitten with a whip in a sandbox
Forward thinking, strutting, slinking with her claws out
She asked me if I was high. I didn't answer
If she couldn't figure it out, well, I guess it doesn't matter

I locked onto her eyes real tight like a cross-hair radar
Brown-green sparkling moonshine in the drive-in starlight
But to her I was just another Southside stoner
Just another mischief-maker from Hobo Junction

Well, I saw God at the drive-in movie
I saw God at the picture show
Life is so easy in the backseat of a Chevy
Life is so complicated when the credits go up
Lost on Highway 39

Outta my mind
Outta my mind
Outta my mind
On highway 39
Outta my mind
Outta my mind
Outta my mind
On highway 39

I climbed into the trunk, we drove past her mom's house
Snuck in through the backdoor quiet as a mouse
She asked, "Do you love me?" I didn't answer
If she couldn't figure it out, well, I guess it doesn't matter

Outta my mind
Outta my mind
Outta my mind
On highway 39
Outta my mind
Outta my mind
Outta my mind
On highway 39