(Chorus)
Baby, what'd you say, we hit a two lane blacktop
And take it down a country road
It's a real good day to go out for a ride
And, maybe listen to the radio
Got a full tank of gas in my '83 Camaro
And, I never have felt so free
Aw, baby, what'd you say, you go flyin' down the highway
Riding shotgun with me.
Been working all week for the city, girl, I sure could use a break
I know a spot in the backwoods and some dirt roads we can take
There's a place way back on the creek bank
Where the young folks go to park
Why you ought to see the way the stars light up
When the sky gets nice and dark.
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Got my guitar in the back seat, got a cooler in my trunk
We can sit beneath them cypress trees while we watch the sun come up
Running down this back road, I got one arm on the wheel
Climb on in beside me girl, and we'll make them old tires squeal.
(Repeat Chorus)
Now, your Daddy swears I'm crazy and you Momma says the same
But, I think this ole Chevrolet is the only one to blame.
(Repeat Chorus)
Aw, baby, what'd you say, you go flyin' down the highway
Riding shotgun with me.
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