Transcribed by Rob Bowman
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You don't like it when I'm angy
You don't like it when I'm blue
You don't like it when I laugh at you
Oh come on baby
You know my love is true
I just need somewhere to talk to you
Let's get out on the highway
And leave this town
Before the walls come crashin' down
Oh come on baby
You know my love is true
I just need somewhere to talk to you
It's times like this
Oh that we both miss
We had a big old American car
To eat up the miles
Oh we'll laugh and smile
On our way to a sky with star-ah-ah-ah-ah-ars, Yeah
Let's leave all the troubles
In this gloom
And let's find ourselves in a hotel room
Oh come on baby, and just grab some cash
Put the radar detector on the dash
(Chorus)
Oh it don't matter
Oh that we don't have
That big old American car
We'll give this mobile, our country feel
On our way to a sky with star-ah-ah-ah-ah-ars, Yeah
Woe ho, Yeah, Woe ho, Oh yeah, etc, Fade out, playing into over and over