3 years ago
Two-Lane Blacktop
Lyrics
We've been goin', I've never been at ease
I met a gypsie girl and took her on the track
The kinda girl walk
The driver don't talk
20 bucks between them just to keep them alive
Drivin'
Drivin'
Drivin'
Blacktop rollin'
We're goin', goin' to Amarillo
A zero to a sixty, in a seven point five
A model and a bagel steels California
A glass of a beer, a scotch of a rat
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Blacktop rollin'
Come on baby, I ain't crazy
Come on baby, pick me up, pick me up!
Come on baby, do me baby
Come on baby, hook it up, hook it up!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Blacktop rollin'
Where ya goin', an airport road
A clean machine, a real home girl
Baracuda, sixtyeight
Nothing there, she can wait
Come on!
Drivi'
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Blacktop rollin'
Come on baby, I ain't crazy
Come on baby, pick me up, pick me up!
Come on baby, do me baby
Come on baby, hook it up, hook it up!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Blacktop rollin'
Writer(s): ROB ZOMBIE, ROB WOLFGANG ZOMBIE, SCOTT HUMPHREY
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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