Two-Lane Blacktop lyrics

Where you goin' I've never been east
I met a GTO, lunatic on the track
Mechanic don't walk
The driver don't talk
20 bucks between them just to keep them alive
[Chorus]
Drivin'
Drivin'
Drivin'
Blacktop rollin'

Where ya goin? Going to Amarillo
A zero to a sixty, in a 7.5
I bought her in a Bakersfield, California
A glass of a beer, a shot of a rye
[Second Chorus]
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Blacktop rollin'
[Bridge]
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'
[brief guitar solo]
[Verse]
Where ya goin', an airport road
A clean machine, real home grown
Baracuda, '68
Nothing there, she can't wait

[repeat 2nd Chorus, and bridge, and 2nd chorus again]