Wanna Be On The Road

Baby's got the blacktop under her feet. It feels so good to be out of the City. In the mountain air and her hair's on Fire. And we go up and up and up, Up and up and up and up. I wanna be on the road. Ooh, Ooh. Ooh, I wanna be on the road. Ooh, ooh, ooh. I wanna be on the road. Highways don't have an ending. And it's good to know no pretending. In the mirror, her eyes look so pretty. And I go up and up and up, up And up and up and up. I wanna be on the road. Ooh, ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh. I wanna be on the road. Ooh, ooh, ooh. Ooh, I wanna be on the road. Ooh, Ooh. I wanna be on the road. Ooh, ooh. I'll take you with me if you wanna go. So pack your bags and put them in the Back. Let's roll. Up up And up. I wanna be on the road. Ooh, ooh. Ooh, I wanna be on the road. Ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh. I wanna be on the road. Oh, oh, oh. Oh. I wanna be on the road. Ooh, Ooh. I wanna be on the road. Ooh, ooh. I wanna be on the road.