gas station blues

my baby's readin' poetry in a big black car
yeah, my baby's readin' poetry in a big black car
she's riding down the highway
Lord, why's she gotta be so far

my baby's singin' blues in her big black car
yeah, my baby's singin' loudly in her big black car
she's screamin' down the highway
Lord, why's she gotta be so far

my baby's writin' postcards on the front seat of her car
yeah, sugah's writin' postcards on the leather in her car
she's cryin' as she write's'em
Lord, why's she gotta be so far

Oh Baby, don't you worry, just you get right in your car
Oh my baby, don't you miss me....just get right in that big black car.
fly right down that highway
and I'll come to where you are
she's ridin' down that highway
my baby, why you gotta be so far...