I know you're fightin with your mama. I know you're sick of that drama. Yeah, I could pick you up in a pick-up truck, baby, if you wanna. I got some room in the front seat. Some good tunes with the backbeat. Yeah I know a place, girl, where the troubles of the world won't ever find you and me. So let's go-oh-oh oh-whoa-oh. Out where the river runs deep and the sycamores grow-oh-oh, oh-whoa-oh. Nobody gotta know-oh-oh, oh-whoa-oh. If you wanna go crazy, baby let's go-oh-oh, oh-whoa-oh. Too far down a two lane road. Ro-ooooooad. Ro-oo-oo-oad. Ro-oo-oo-oad



Ro-oo-oo-oad

Ro-oo-oo-oad

Ro-oo-oo-oad



We'll need some down south moonlight

With that West Coast Red wine

Yeah, we'll kick it on the hood

Til we're feeling good

Then maybe cross a few tanlines



So let's go

Out where the river runs deep

And the Sycamores grow

Nobody gotta know

If you wanna go crazy

Baby, let's go

To far down a two lane road



Hey girl

When things get a little bit heavy

Get loaded all up in my Chevy

And let it go all out the window

Just say the word and I'm ready

I got an F on the gas gauge

We can take it where the cattle graze

Baby I'm gonna put a smile

Back on your face



Let's go

Out where the river runs deep

And the Sycamores grow

Nobody gotta know

If you wanna go crazy

Baby, let's go

To far down a two lane road



Ro-oo-oo-oad

Ro-oo-oo-oad

Ro-oo-oo-oad



To far down a two lane road



Ro-oo-oo-oad

Ro-oo-oo-oad

Ro-oo-oo-oad



Oh, take it to far with ya baby

Yeah, oo-oo-oo-oo-oh