We turned into birds (illinois)

Want to play your fiddle for me?
How about a round of soldier's joy
I wanna hear that scratch
Scream off the street
Just across the border to Illinois
And it's warm
Yeah, it's warm

My soul's gonna set the wheels to fly
Cause I know where
I'm gonna be tonight

Save my soul with the open road
Get out an eye for a sunny side
I got a white line death and
It calls my name
One more town in about 40 miles
And it's on
Yeah, it's on

It's a sacred sight for those who know
I've got a love of field and a single road