Story Behind The Song
everyday excitment that happens to everyone if they are lucky
Song Description
off on a road trip to no where in particular
| Song Length |
3:30 |
Genre |
Country - Rock, Rock - Grunge |
| Tempo |
Very Slow (Under 70) |
Lead Vocal |
Duet Male |
| Mood |
In High Spirits, Exultant |
Subject |
Motorcycles, Excitement |
| Similar Artists |
Rod Stewart, ZZ Top |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
We're gonna winter in the desert, baby
Gonna summer in the salad bowl.
I'm underneath your window,'
Are you ready to go?
Be ready, I won't be late
Better be pretty 'bout a quarter to eight
Jump, I'll catch you, baby!
And we're gone.
(Chorus)
Pack your bags and be ready to leave,
We're gonna ride until the sun goes down.
I gotta president in my pocket,
I gotta tiger in my tank,
And I'm back in the saddle again.
Grab a T-shirt, and your old blue jeans.
You won't need much if you're ridin' with me.
Put it all in a sack and we'll pack it on back
And we're gone.
(Repeat Chorus)
Grab a T-shirt and your old blue jeans.
You won't need much if you're ridin' with me.
Put it all in a sack and we'll pack it on back
And we're gone.
(Repeat Chorus)
Just be ready. I won't be late.
Better be pretty 'bout a quarter to eight.
Jump, I'll catch you, baby!
And we're gone.
Yeah, Jump, I'll catch you, baby!
And we're gone.
Yeah, Jump, I'll catch you, baby!
And we're gone.
Yeah, Jump, I'll catch you, baby!
And we're gone.