Two-Lane Blacktop

Two lane, two lane two lane blacktop... Drivin' the ragtop, sucking the stones up Hitting the backstop... I was born with the jet lag, Burning wheels and I promise you I'll never coming back In the corner of my mind, still the taste of your lip smack

We've been goin', I've never been at ease I met a gyspie girl and took her on the track The kinda girl walk The driver don't talk 20 bucks between them just to keep them alive Drivin' Drivin' Drivin' Blacktop rollin' Were goin', goin' to Amrillo A ze