Two-Lane Blacktop

It's where you goin' I've never been ease But 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 Drivin' Drivin' Drivin' Blacktop rollin' Where are you goin', I go to Amarillo A 0 to a 60 in a 7.5 I bought her in a Bakersfield, California A glass of a beer, a shot of a rye 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 are you goin', an airport road A clean machine, a real home girl Baracuda 68 Nothing there, she can wait 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'