Ragtop Car - Instrumental
Some say that the love of the wanderlust
Is just a life that won't amount to much
A man born with rambling shoes
Is just another man born to loose
I want to set the record straight
Before I hit the road today
Got a ragtop car
Enough gas to take us far
Enough away
Because I plan to drive all day
When the evening comes
We'll be like loaded guns
Out in the night
Shooting stars out the sky, baby
When the blue sky's lost in a concrete maze
I get the feeling, I wanna get lost for days
Lace up my rambling shoes
Get a chance to beat the 3rd street blues
Race up the Taconic Parkway
Drive until the break of day
Got a ragtop car
Enough gas to take us far
Enough away
Because I plan to drive all day
When the evening comes
We'll be like loaded guns
Out in the night
Shooting stars out the sky, baby
I got myself a roadie in my hand
Talking a cool Pabst Blue Ribbon in a can
I'm not trying to be tough
Just priming up the motor of love
Gotta loosen up
Here come my baby just a strutting that stuff
She got a ragtop car
Enough gas to take us far
Enough away
Because I plan to drive all day
When the evening comes
We'll be like loaded guns
Out in the night
Shooting stars out the sky, baby
Is just a life that won't amount to much
A man born with rambling shoes
Is just another man born to loose
I want to set the record straight
Before I hit the road today
Got a ragtop car
Enough gas to take us far
Enough away
Because I plan to drive all day
When the evening comes
We'll be like loaded guns
Out in the night
Shooting stars out the sky, baby
When the blue sky's lost in a concrete maze
I get the feeling, I wanna get lost for days
Lace up my rambling shoes
Get a chance to beat the 3rd street blues
Race up the Taconic Parkway
Drive until the break of day
Got a ragtop car
Enough gas to take us far
Enough away
Because I plan to drive all day
When the evening comes
We'll be like loaded guns
Out in the night
Shooting stars out the sky, baby
I got myself a roadie in my hand
Talking a cool Pabst Blue Ribbon in a can
I'm not trying to be tough
Just priming up the motor of love
Gotta loosen up
Here come my baby just a strutting that stuff
She got a ragtop car
Enough gas to take us far
Enough away
Because I plan to drive all day
When the evening comes
We'll be like loaded guns
Out in the night
Shooting stars out the sky, baby
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Thornton Odonnell
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