She's dressed in black
Drives a Cadillac
Looks cool beside the wheel
Is this a roaring black missile
Or just a crap of steel
And she hits the road again
She hits the road again
Who's ever seen
Such a cool machine
Sparks flying from the pipe
It takes a load
Of toil and time
To buy this brand and type
And she hits the road again
She hits the road again
Listening to jazz
She ran out of gas
One hundred miles from town
The radiator and carburetor
All stuff has broken down
And she hits the road again
She hits the road again
A country man on a pick up truck
Drove down this motorway
He fixed her car and tried to leave
But she asked him to stay
And she hits the road again
She hits the road again
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