Drive On, Ride On
Yeah!
She's so good also bad
If I'm blue she gets sad
She can dance long I can play
She can sell my Blues away
And I never can get enough
Love the way she strutts us down
No, no
She won't let my times get rough
She say: (Drive on boy!)
Well, well, well
My baby got to give me now
(Ride on boy)
Lord, I love ya yes girl yeah
(Drive on boy)
Don't you know I love you baby
(Ride on boy)
And I came on
Driving, driving, driving, driving
She runs for the doctor when I get a headache
Always trying to do something to make me feel good
She runs to the kitchen fixes me a mess of grid
She light the fire and I light the wood
She can dance long I can play
She can sell my Blues away
And I never can get enough
Love the way she strutts us down
No, no
She won't let my times get rough
She say: (Drive on boy!)
Well, well, well
My baby got to give me now
(Ride on boy)
Lord, I love ya yes girl yeah
(Drive on boy)
Don't you know I love you baby
(Ride on boy)
And I came on
Driving, driving, driving, driving
She say now: (Drive on boy)
Lord, you know I did know, know I did
(Drive on boy)
She looked at me with her great big eyes and she said
(Drive on boy)
I don't get it baby
(Drive on boy)
Oh, the way she fusses me
(Drive on, drive on, drive on)
I can't seem to get it now
(Drive on boy)
Don't know when she stretch her style
(Drive on boy)
I can't seem to get it now, don't you know.
She's so good also bad
If I'm blue she gets sad
She can dance long I can play
She can sell my Blues away
And I never can get enough
Love the way she strutts us down
No, no
She won't let my times get rough
She say: (Drive on boy!)
Well, well, well
My baby got to give me now
(Ride on boy)
Lord, I love ya yes girl yeah
(Drive on boy)
Don't you know I love you baby
(Ride on boy)
And I came on
Driving, driving, driving, driving
She runs for the doctor when I get a headache
Always trying to do something to make me feel good
She runs to the kitchen fixes me a mess of grid
She light the fire and I light the wood
She can dance long I can play
She can sell my Blues away
And I never can get enough
Love the way she strutts us down
No, no
She won't let my times get rough
She say: (Drive on boy!)
Well, well, well
My baby got to give me now
(Ride on boy)
Lord, I love ya yes girl yeah
(Drive on boy)
Don't you know I love you baby
(Ride on boy)
And I came on
Driving, driving, driving, driving
She say now: (Drive on boy)
Lord, you know I did know, know I did
(Drive on boy)
She looked at me with her great big eyes and she said
(Drive on boy)
I don't get it baby
(Drive on boy)
Oh, the way she fusses me
(Drive on, drive on, drive on)
I can't seem to get it now
(Drive on boy)
Don't know when she stretch her style
(Drive on boy)
I can't seem to get it now, don't you know.
Credits
Writer(s): Troy Harold Seals, Dobie Gray
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