Whiskey and Guitars - Blues Driver

Red hot, jet black top Sunset in your eyes Rock 'n' roll on the radio Keepin' perfect time With the hum of the engine Girl everythin's fixin' up right There ain't nothin' left to do On a small town Friday night So let's try What you say we gas up Heavy on the hammer Let the horses run Baby turn the track up Then it makes us feel The way that Springsteen does Yeah, a little born in the USA In the middle of a wide open two-lane Can't nothin' spark a flame in two hearts Like guitars and gasoline You got the shotgun dance show I got that console layin' The way you keep gettin' closer It's hard to keep it in between The white and the yellow Girl I say let's blow right past That welcome sign to the county line And never look back What you say we gas up Heavy on the hammer Let the horses run Baby turn the track up Then it makes us feel The way that Springsteen does Yeah, a little born in the USA In the middle of a wide open two-lane Can't nothin' spark a flame in two hearts Like guitars and gasoline Fast cars and bendin' strings What you say we gas up Flyin' like a bullet shot out of a gun Baby turn the track up Then it makes us feel The way that Springsteen does Yeah, a little born in the USA In the middle of a wide open two-lane Can't nothin' spark a flame in two hearts Like guitars and gasoline Like guitars and gasoline

It falls, the light, by your side And flows into a sea of lost dreams The ocean opens its arms to lost souls And toils the night, so it seems And who can recall the lost faith in her The distant look in your eyes Spanish guitars and night plazas In a park, you can hear lovers cry Here where the children are singing I kissed the sleep on your brow Here where the children are weeping I held you 'till your heart became mine Somewhere deep in the midnight Night birds sent out their calls Somewhere far from the mountainous Shadows of leaves touch the walls I touch, mid-dance with the heartbreak Of those who kept standin' within walls Showed me its love in the darkness Love, is it? It comes and it goes Here where the children are singing I kissed the sleep on your brow Here where the children are laughing I held you till your heart became mine Falls the light by your side It flows into a sea of lost dreams The ocean opens its arms to lost souls And toils the night, so it seems And who can recall the lost faith in her The distant look in your eyes Spanish guitars and night plazas In a park you can hear lovers cry Here where the children are singing I kissed the sleep on your brow Here where the children are weeping I held you 'till your heart became mine

Tired of my beeper, tired of my phone Tired of this tired old tie I got on Sick of this traffic jam that I'm in, We all get sick of it all now and then. When I've had it up to here I go down there. To guitars, and tiki bars, and a whole lotta love, Mangos and marley you know, fit me like a glove. Sixth gear with nowhere to steer when enough is enough, It's guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love. I feel like a fish jerked out of the sea, Or a bird in a cage that's never seen a key, Sick of this grind and I think that I ought To bring this grind to a grinding hault. Now I've had it up to here let's go down there. To guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love, Mangos and marley you know, fit me like a glove. Sixth gear with nowhere to steer when enough is enough, It's guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love. Now I've had it up to here let's go down there. To guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love, Mangos and marley you know, fit me like a glove. Sixth gear with nowhere to steer when enough is enough, It's guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love...