| Come on baby, let’s get out of this town |
| I got a full tank of gas |
| With the top rolled down |
| There’s a chill in my bones |
| I don’t want to be left alone |
| So baby you can sleep while I drive |
| I’ll pack my bag and load up my guitar |
| In my pocket I’ll carry my harp |
| I got some money I saved, enough to get underway |
| And baby you can sleep while I drive |
| We’ll go through Tucson up to Santa Fe |
| And Barbara in Nashville says we’re welcome to stay |
| I’ll buy you boots down in Texas, a hat from New Orleans |
| And in the morning you can tell me your dreams |
| You know I’ve seen it before |
| This mist that covers your eyes |
| You’ve been looking for something that’s not in your life |
| My intentions are true, won’t you take me with you |
| And baby you can sleep while I drive |
| Oh is it other arms you want to hold you |
| The stranger, the lover, you’re free |
| Can’t you get that with me |
| Come on baby let’s get out of this town |
| I’ve got a full tank of gas |
| With the top rolled down |
| If you won’t take me with you |
| I’ll go before night is through |
| And baby you can sleep while I drive |