Ragtop Car  (key of C) SLIDE

Some say that the love of the wanderlust
is just a life that won’t amount to much,
a man born with rambling shoes,
is just another man born to lose
I want to set the record straight,
before I hit the road today.

Got a ragtop car enough gas to take us far
enough away, cause I plan to drive all day
when the evening comes we’ll be like loaded guns
Out in the night shooting stars from the sky, baby

When the blue sky’s lost in a concrete maze,
I get out of the city and get lost for days
lacing up my rambling shoes is a way to beat the 3rd street blues

Gonna kick it road trip style for 1000 miles
you rock the old shotgun till another ice age come
stand up on your feet do a little dance for me
no uturns are planned on this road trip baby

I got myself a roady in my hand
talking a cold pabst Blue ribbon, in my hand
I’m not trying to be tough just priming up the motor of love
gotta loosen up when my baby starts showing that stuff.

Got a ragtop car enough gas to take us far
enough away, cause I plan to drive all day
when the evening comes we’ll be like loaded guns
Out in the night shooting stars from the sky, baby