The sign in the window said for sale or trade
Only last remaining dinosaur that detroit made
Seven hundred dollars was a heck of a deal
For a four hundred horsepowered jukebox on wheels
(second verse)
When that road rolls out like a welcome mat
I don't know where it goes but it beats where we're at
We always said some day some how
We're gonna get away, we're gonna blow this town
E * B *
We've been puttin this off baby long enough
Just give me the word and we'll be kickin up dust
We both know it's just a matter of time
Til our hearts start racing for that county line
