Pickin’ up the station
Rollin’ them bones
Babe, I got a lot of time to kill
I ain’t comin’ home
I’m a l’il Jack Kerouac with a credit card
Nothin’ but nowhere to go
Like my world, gone straight to hell
I ain’t goin’ there slow

I’m in love with this road
I’m in love with this car
I’m in love with the radio station
That’s playin’ me some CCR
And it’s two for Tuesday in America
I’m gonna turn it up loud
Doesn’t matter what the next song is
Johnny never let me down

Packed my suitcase, took the carton of smokes
And my daddy’s old guitar
I took the key off your ring
Cause it always was my car
Hey, hey, Cindy, whatcha gonna do
When you wake up and find me gone?
Now I ain’t mad, but I ain’t foolin’
Baby done daddy wrong

I’m in love with this road
I’m in love with this car
I’m in love with the radio station
That’s playin’ me some CCR
And it’s two for Tuesday in America
I’m gonna turn it up loud
Doesn’t matter what the next song is
Johnny never let me down

If I ever get to where I’m goin’
I just might let you know
Saw your number on my cell phone
So I dumped at the Texaco
I might go east, I might go west
But I hear it’s sunny way down south.
Just as long as it’s miles and miles away
From your pretty little lyin’ mouth

I’m in love with this road
I’m in love with this car
I’m in love with the radio station
That’s playin’ me some CCR
And it’s two for Tuesday in America
I’m gonna turn it up loud
Doesn’t matter what the next song is
Johnny never let me down