Versuri Rob Zombie - Two-Lane Blacktop

Album: Rob Zombie - Rob Zombie Lyrics

Where ya goin', I'v never been at ease
I met a GTO lunatic on the track
The mechanic don't walk
The driver don't talk
20 bucks between them just to keep alive

Drivin'
Drivin'
Drivin'
Blacktop rollin'

Where ya goin', goin' to Amrillo
A zero to a sixty, in a 7.5
A model and a bagel steals California
A glass of a beer, a shot of 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'

Where ya goin', airport road
A clean machine, a real home girl
Baracuda, '68
Nothing there, 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'
Lyrics
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