There's a sign on the windshield ready to blow
I'm gonna take you to the places you don't already know
Let's go back to Carolina
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Highway 40 to Savannah
Memphis Blues in Tennessee
Catch a red eye in Jamaica
Vera Cruzin' Winnebaga
We don't need no navigata
When we're floatin with the breeze
We can busk on the side if we run out of gas
And get another hundred miles inside an old Folger's can
Trailblazin' with the map closed
Kickin' rubble on them backroads
County lines and limit signs are flying by
Like they've got some where to go
Won't you take a Michiganda
At Ohio Miamiander
Right down to Mobile, Alabama
We're set to sail the seven seas
Nappin' hard under a palm tree
Skinny dippin' in the hot springs
Laughin, lovin', livin' lately
While we're floatin with the breeze
Oh mama you're so fine
You really blow my mind
The way you move me
Run up and down your curves
I'm at a loss for words
Take me away
Oh mama you're so fine
You really blow my mind
The way you move me
Run up and down your curves
I'm at a loss for words
Take me away
We've gone miles and miles down road after road
I think I'll smile for a while til I'm ready to go
Right on back to Carolina
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Highway 40 to Savannah
Memphis Blues in Tennessee
Catch a red eye in Jamaica
Vera Cruzin' Winnebaga
We don't need no navigata
When we're floatin with the breeze
Won't you take a Michiganda
At Ohio Miamiander
Right down to Mobile, Alabama
We're set to sail the seven seas
Nappin' hard under a palm tree
Skinny dippin' in the hot springs
Laughin, lovin', livin' lately
While we're floatin with the breeze
We don't need no navigata
When we're floatin with the breeze