| Black El Camino on a Saturday night
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| Cooler in the back with a case of Coors Light
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| Windows cracked, a little smoke creepin' out
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| Yeah, that’s how we do it down south
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| Slow rollin', takin' us some time
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| Twenty miles an hour feels just right
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| Slow rollin', easy spinnin' them tires
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| So everybody sees us when we go by
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| Betty on the radio, Jesus on the dash
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| Boot barely kissin' the gas
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| Slow rollin'
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| Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
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| Ease into the Sonic for a cup of good ice
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| Top it off with some Crown and a pinch of Sprite
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| Little hottie on rollerskates giving me the eyes
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| Bumpin' Foghat, «Slow Ride»
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| Slow rollin', takin' us some time
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| Twenty miles an hour feels just right
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| Slow rollin', easy spinnin' them tires
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| Everybody sees us when we go by
|
| Betty on the radio, Jesus on the dash
|
| Boot barely kissin' the gas
|
| Slow rollin'
|
| Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
|
| Slow rollin', takin' us some time
|
| Twenty miles an hour feels just right
|
| Slow rollin', easy spinnin' them tires
|
| So everybody sees us when we go by
|
| Betty on the radio, Jesus on the dash
|
| Boot barely kissin' the gas
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| Slow rollin'
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| Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh |