It was painted red the stripe was white It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta I rode up with daddy
My baby's fixin' her face, doing her hair Runnin' red lights in her underwear She likes to step on the gas, put her foot to the floor Music to her ears
There's an echo in my body echoes slide Down the roof You looked like heaven in bloom, I might now Look deep in those eyes Whose kindness moves my Texas
(anderson/squire/white/howe/wakeman) Don't forget to seek out the world If you want to stay [stake out] Your actions speak much louder than words And
foot, let off the exelerater, slame down on the brake, before it's too late, hands grab the wheel right now, eyes look back in the mirror, she's sittin
I said they're drivin' that funky soul In Georgia, drivin' that funky soul, drivin' that funky soul And you cross your tongue in Baltimore Philadelphia
They came from England They came from France All the way from the USA Just to take a chance They came from Holland Germany, Scandinavia too The rebel
Who's gonna tell you when It's too late Who's gonna tell you things Aren't so great You can't go on, thinkin' Nothing's wrong, well, well Who's gonna
Seems somebody put out the moon Now the road is a minefield I can?t follow the way she moves I can?t see past the shadows You make the darkness disappear
Honey, you're from detroit. You know a lot about wheels. Summertime hot rod's givin' me the brake job. Don't stop 'til I start to squeal. 'cause, baby
Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear Take the wheel and steer It's driven
Tell him I'm driving, it's alright Turnin' on this wheel Turnin' on headlights A hundred different Bibles by my side In my white gown I go flying down
When you start your journey, you go and meet your driver You shake his hand, and hope he's feeling well The things to come may be somewhat unfamiliar
Doo wop wop Doo wop wop Every time I have a date there?s only one place to go That?s to the drive in (Doo wop wop) It?s such a rab place to go and maybe
Sam was a carpenter fifty years He pounded out blood, sweat and tears One day he hung his hammer up He wanted to do the things he loved What once was
When this freedom stains my coat With the winter in my throat When I'm lost I dig the dirt When I fall I drive the hearse And silence is another