(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.



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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.