Give me a highway Give me a '69 Chevrolet With wide shiny mags And a growling induction Give me some Beaujolais Give me a reason to pray Because I've lowered the flags And blocked off the junctions Give me a blacktop Give me a wide shiny moon Give me a backstop For when I run out of room Give me a highway Give me a runway Give me license dispenser Give me a free day Give me an AM transistor Give me an old song Give me woman who'll scream And I'll me long gone I'll me a spark in the breeze Give me a promenade Give me a Southern magnolia Give me some soul aid Give me a reason to know you Give me a Monet You can heighten the illusion It'll be O.K. I could use the confusion