Rob Zombie - Two-Lane Blacktop Lyrics

We've been goin', I've never been at ease (hey)
I met GTO, lunatic on the track
Mechanic don't walk
The driver don't talk
Twenty bucks between them just to keep them alive

Drivin', drivin', drivin'
Blacktop rollin' (rollin', rollin')

Where ya goin'? I'm goin' to Amarillo (hey)
A zero to a sixty in a 7.5
I bought her in a Bakersfield, California (hey)
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' (rollin', rollin')

Where ya goin', to airport road? (Hey)
A clean machine, a real home girl
Barracuda '68
Nothing there (hey), 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' (rollin', rollin', rollin')