Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eddie Hardin
Eddie Hardin
Organ
Ray Fenwick
Ray Fenwick
Guitar
Dee Murray
Dee Murray
Bass Guitar
Ian Paice
Ian Paice
Drums
Peter York
Peter York
Drums
Tony Newman
Tony Newman
Drums
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eddie Hardin
Eddie Hardin
Producer
Bob Hall
Bob Hall
Engineer

Lyrics

I got a call yesterday
My friend is moving away
He wants to have me around
And tell me all the places he goes
He'll soon be leaving his wife
He found a much better life
The way of taking all and giving nothing back in return
He don't know where and he don't know when
But he'll be driving
Driving, driving
Baby, let me drive you home
Driving, driving
Soon we'll be arriving home
When I get round to his place
I see the smile on his face
He wants to take me home for driving in his old '55
We got some maps just in case
There's trouble finding a place
Where we can fool around before we move on out of the town
He don't know where and he don't know when
But he'll be driving
Driving, driving
Baby, let me drive you home
Driving, driving
Soon we'll be arriving home
And as we travel around
We keep our nose to the ground
In case we find someone who wants a ride to some better place
And most the people we know
They really don't wanna go
They're happy staying home at nights and going out for a drink
He don't know where and he don't know when
But he'll be driving
Driving, driving
Baby, let me drive you home
Driving, driving
Soon we'll be arriving home
Written by: Eddie Hardin
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