Traffic Jam (Live)
Gee, thanks
Two, one, two, three, four
Damn, this traffic jam
How I hate to be late
Hurts my motor to go so slow
Damn, this traffic jam
Time I get home my supper'll be cold
Damn, this traffic jam
So, I left my job 'bout five o'clock
15 minutes to go three blocks
Just in time to stand in line
The freeway looking like a parking lot
Damn, this traffic jam
How I hate to be late
Hurts my motor to go so slow
Time I get home my supper'll be cold
Damn, this traffic jam
So I almost had a heart attack
Looking in the rear view mirror
I saw myself the next car back
Looking in the rear view mirror
About to have a heart attack, I said
Damn, this traffic jam
How I hate to be late
Hurts my motor to go so slow
Time I get home my supper'll be cold
Damn, this traffic jam
Now when I die
I don't want no coffin
Thought 'bout it all too often
Just strap me in behind the wheel
And bury me with my automobile
Damn, this traffic jam
How I hate to be late
Hurts my motor to go so slow
Damn, this traffic jam
Time I get home my supper'll be cold
Damn, this traffic jam
I used to think that I was cool
Driving around on fossil fuel
Then I found what I was doing
Was driving down, baby
I wasn't drving down the road
Just the road to ruin
Oh, yes it was
Two, one, two, three, four
Damn, this traffic jam
How I hate to be late
Hurts my motor to go so slow
Damn, this traffic jam
Time I get home my supper'll be cold
Damn, this traffic jam
So, I left my job 'bout five o'clock
15 minutes to go three blocks
Just in time to stand in line
The freeway looking like a parking lot
Damn, this traffic jam
How I hate to be late
Hurts my motor to go so slow
Time I get home my supper'll be cold
Damn, this traffic jam
So I almost had a heart attack
Looking in the rear view mirror
I saw myself the next car back
Looking in the rear view mirror
About to have a heart attack, I said
Damn, this traffic jam
How I hate to be late
Hurts my motor to go so slow
Time I get home my supper'll be cold
Damn, this traffic jam
Now when I die
I don't want no coffin
Thought 'bout it all too often
Just strap me in behind the wheel
And bury me with my automobile
Damn, this traffic jam
How I hate to be late
Hurts my motor to go so slow
Damn, this traffic jam
Time I get home my supper'll be cold
Damn, this traffic jam
I used to think that I was cool
Driving around on fossil fuel
Then I found what I was doing
Was driving down, baby
I wasn't drving down the road
Just the road to ruin
Oh, yes it was
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Writer(s): James Taylor
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