She's dressed in black Drives Cadillac Looks cool beside the wheel Is this a roarin' black missile Or just a crap of steel There she hits the road again She hits the road again Who's ever seen Such a cool machine Sparks flyin' from the pipe It takes a load of toil and time To buy this brand and type There she hits the road again She hits the road again Listening to jazz She ran out of gas One hundred miles from town The generator and carburator All stuff has broken down There she hits the road again She hits the road again A country man on a pick up truck Drove down this motorway He fixed her car And tried to leave But she asked him to stay There she hits the road again She hits the road again (this one I wrote for my band The Jeopards)
