I know you're fightin with your mama. I know you're sick of that drama. Yeah, I could pick you up in a pick-up truck, baby, if you wanna. I got some room in the front seat. Some good tunes with the backbeat. Yeah I know a place, girl, where the troubles of the world won't ever find you and me. So let's go-oh-oh oh-whoa-oh. Out where the river runs deep and the sycamores grow-oh-oh, oh-whoa-oh. Nobody gotta know-oh-oh, oh-whoa-oh. If you wanna go crazy, baby let's go-oh-oh, oh-whoa-oh. Too far down a two lane road. Ro-ooooooad. Ro-oo-oo-oad. Ro-oo-oo-oadRo-oo-oo-oad
Ro-oo-oo-oad
Ro-oo-oo-oadWe'll need some down south moonlight
With that West Coast Red wine
Yeah, we'll kick it on the hood
Til we're feeling good
Then maybe cross a few tanlinesSo let's go
Out where the river runs deep
And the Sycamores grow
Nobody gotta know
If you wanna go crazy
Baby, let's go
To far down a two lane road
Hey girl
When things get a little bit heavy
Get loaded all up in my Chevy
And let it go all out the window
Just say the word and I'm ready
I got an F on the gas gauge
We can take it where the cattle graze
Baby I'm gonna put a smile
Back on your faceLet's go
Out where the river runs deep
And the Sycamores grow
Nobody gotta know
If you wanna go crazy
Baby, let's go
To far down a two lane road
Ro-oo-oo-oad
Ro-oo-oo-oad
Ro-oo-oo-oadTo far down a two lane roadRo-oo-oo-oad
Ro-oo-oo-oad
Ro-oo-oo-oadOh, take it to far with ya baby
Yeah, oo-oo-oo-oo-oh
