Two-Lane Blacktop Songtext
von Rob Zombie

It′s where you goin' I′ve never been ease
But I met a GTO lunatic on the track
Mechanic don't walk, the driver don't talk
20 bucks between them just to keep her alive

Drivin′
Drivin′
Drivin'
Blacktop rollin′

Where are you goin', I go to Amarillo
A 0 to a 60 in a 7.5
I bought her in a Bakersfield, California
A glass of a beer, a shot of a rye

Come on! (Drivin′)
Come on! (Drivin')
Come on! (Drivin′)

Come on! (Drivin')
Come on! (Drivin')
Come on! (Drivin′)
Blacktop rollin′


Come on, baby
I ain't crazy
Come on, baby
(Pick me up, pick me up)
Come on, baby
Do me, baby
Come on, baby
(Hook it up, hook it up)

Come on!
Come on!
Come on!

Come on! (Drivin′)
Come on! (Drivin')
Come on! (Drivin′)
Blacktop rollin'

Where are you goin′, an airport road
A clean machine, a real home girl
Baracuda 68
Nothing there, she can wait

Come on! (Drivin')
Come on! (Drivin')
Come on! (Drivin′)

Come on! (Drivin′)
Come on! (Drivin')
Come on! (Drivin′)
Blacktop rollin'


Come on, baby
I ain′t crazy
Come on, baby
(Pick me up, pick me up)
Come on, baby
Do me, baby
Come on, baby
(Hook it up, hook it up)

Come on!
Come on!
Come on!

Come on! (Drivin')
Come on! (Drivin′)
Come on! (Drivin')
Blacktop rollin'