You got to ease into line boy But once I hit the open road I'll be sailing off and on my own
You and me in my gt With those little red lights in front of me When I go to heaven you know that's where I want to be
Would you please fill it up boy I'd like to stop and catch myself a bite But I sure hate to leave the road tonight
Instrumental in 3 movements: 1st, 2nd, and 3rd gear.
And when I'm racing the clock You know that I would die or kill somebody Just to move this hunk of steel one more block
Spoken (with mild disdain as one gropes for the Stick):
I think I see a little red light in my rear view mirror A terrific case ensues, resulting in many highway Statistics and ultimately, the realization of the Desire expressed in the chorus. rip
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