Interpret:

Trisha Yearwood

Album:

Thinkin' About You

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