Il testo della Two-lane blacktop

Weve been goin, ive never been at ease
I met a gyspie girl and took her on the track
The kinda girl walk
The driver dont talk
20 bucks between them just to keep them alive

Drivin
Drivin
Drivin
Blacktop rollin

Were goin, goin to amrillo
A zero to a sixty, in a 7.5
A model and a bagel steels california
A glass of a beer, a scot 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 aint 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, 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 aint 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