I know you're fightin with your mama. I know you're sick of that drama. Yeah, I could pick you up in a pick-up truck, baby, if you wanna. I got some room in the front seat. Some good tunes with the backbeat. Yeah I know a place, girl, where the troubles of the world won't ever find you and me. So let's go-oh-oh oh-whoa-oh. Out where the river runs deep and the sycamores grow-oh-oh, oh-whoa-oh. Nobody gotta know-oh-oh, oh-whoa-oh. If you wanna go crazy, baby let's go-oh-oh, oh-whoa-oh. Too far down a two lane road. Ro-ooooooad. Ro-oo-oo-oad. Ro-oo-oo-oad Ro-oo-oo-oad Ro-oo-oo-oad Ro-oo-oo-oad We'll need some down south moonlight With that West Coast Red wine Yeah, we'll kick it on the hood Til we're feeling good Then maybe cross a few tanlines So let's go Out where the river runs deep And the Sycamores grow Nobody gotta know If you wanna go crazy Baby, let's go To far down a two lane road Hey girl When things get a little bit heavy Get loaded all up in my Chevy And let it go all out the window Just say the word and I'm ready I got an F on the gas gauge We can take it where the cattle graze Baby I'm gonna put a smile Back on your face Let's go Out where the river runs deep And the Sycamores grow Nobody gotta know If you wanna go crazy Baby, let's go To far down a two lane road Ro-oo-oo-oad Ro-oo-oo-oad Ro-oo-oo-oad To far down a two lane road Ro-oo-oo-oad Ro-oo-oo-oad Ro-oo-oo-oad Oh, take it to far with ya baby Yeah, oo-oo-oo-oo-oh