Planes, Trains, and Automobiles
- Precious and Grace
Ridin' top the floodway on a Friday night,
the landscape's a fine and nat'ral sight.
Just cruisin' slow through the dark of night.
With ev'rything's all right.
Good God Almighty, we was goin' down slow,
yeah, if we knew just where we had to go.
Cryin', just a flyin' down a put out road
within my flatbed Ford.
So if you're out rollin' late some night,
yeah, and you need that supernatural delight, I'm talkin' to you,
I know somebody's, they's just out of sight.
Get with, they gonna treat you right.