I gotta be me, like Sammy Davis would say
I get the urge for going, I gotta get away
We're gonna head out on the highway
Don't matter where we go
We put R.L.Burnside on the radio
We'll keep on driving 'til we run out of gas
Then we'll get a hotel and let the world go past
We can make love if we're so inclined
Run away with me, baby
And let's leave it all behind
Got to leave it all behind

It's you and me together
What else do we need
We're birds of a feather
Good times guaranteed
My suit of armors getting rusty
And my patience wearing thin
We're gonna take my trusty Chevy and go riding with the wind
Responsibility, politely declined
So come on, come on – let's see what we can find
Run away with me baby 
And let's leave it all behind
We can leave it all behind
Come on, come on

I know you girl, you've got adventure in your soul
You operate and motivate on cruise control
We got nothing to deliver, we got nothing to sell
It's just a crusty old dude and his mademoiselle
If somebody don't like it, I really don't mind, I don't mind
We'll be driving too fat and we're driving blind
Run away with me baby 
And let's leave it all behind 
Leave it all behind, baby

We'll be driving too fat and we're driving blind
Run away with me baby 
And let's leave it all behind 
Leave it all behind, baby
Come on, baby
You know what I like

Leave it all behind, baby
You got to leave it all behind
Oh yeah, yeah, come on
Come on, baby