Traffic Jam Songtext
von James Taylor

Damn this traffic jam
How I hate to be late
It hurts my motor to go so slow
Damn this traffic jam
Time I get home my supper′ll be cold
Damn this traffic jam

Well, I left my job about five o'clock
It took fifteen minutes to go three blocks
Just in time to stand in line
With the freeway looking like a parking lot

Damn this traffic jam
How I hate to be late
It hurts my motor to go so slow
Damn this traffic jam
Time I get home my supper′ll be cold
Damn this traffic jam


Now I almost had a heart attack
Looking in my rearview mirror
I saw myself the next car back
Looking in the rearview mirror
About to have a heart attack

I said damn this traffic jam
How I hate to be late
It 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
I thought about 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
It hurts my motor to go so slow
Damn this traffic jam
Time I get home my supper′ll be cold
Damn this traffic jam

Now I used to think that I was cool
Running around on fossil fuel
Until I saw what I was doing
Was driving down the road to ruin