Recorded by Hank Snow
Written by Hal Blair and Don Robertson
I took you [C] home from a party and we kissed in fun,
A[G] few stolen kisses and [C] no harm was done.
Instead of [F] stopping when we could, we [C] went right on,
Until suddenly we found the [F] brakes were[C] gone.
You belong to someone else and I do too.
[G] It's just too crazy being [C] here with you.
As a [F] bad motorcycle with the [C] devil in the seat,
Doin' 90 miles an hour down a [F] dead end [C] street.
I didn't want to want to now I have no choice.
It's too late to hear the warning voice.
All I hear is thunder as our two hearts beat,
Doin' 90 miles an hour down a dead end street.
[F] You're not free to belong to me
and you [C] know I can never be your own.
Your[F] lips on mine are like sweet sweet wine,
but we're [C] headed for a wall of [G] stone.
Warning signs are flying by us but we pay no heed,
Instead of slowing down the pace we keep pickin' up the speed.
Disaster's getting closer every time we meet.
Doin' 90 miles an hour down a dead end street.
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