"Two-Lane Blacktop" lyrics

Babe, where are ya going, I never been to east (Hey)
I met a GTO lunatic on the track
Mechanic don't walk, the driver don't talk
20 bucks between them just to keep her alive

Driving
Driving
Driving
Blacktop rolling

Where are ya going, I'm going to Amarillo (Hey)
A zero to a sixty in a 7.5
I bought her in a Bakersfield, California (Hey)
A glass of a beer, a shot of a rye

(Come on) Driving
(Come on) Driving
(Come on) Driving
(Come on) Driving
(Come on) Driving
(Come on) Driving
Blacktop rolling

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) Driving
(Come on) Driving
(Come on) Driving
Blacktop rolling

Where are ya going, an airport road (Hey)
A clean machine, real home grown
Baracuda, '68, and nothing there (Hey)
She can't wait

(Come on) Driving
(Come on) Driving
(Come on) Driving
(Come on) Driving
(Come on) Driving
(Come on) Driving
Blacktop rolling

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) Driving
(Come on) Driving
(Come on) Driving
Blacktop rolling