I'm the kind to take the keys, don't sit in a shotgun seat unless I want to, and you makeme want to, hypnotized by the white lines, your hand's tending to all this heart of mine,makes me feel at home, yeah boy I'm right at home, in a 4x4 by you babe, from the bayou to Kentucky,city to the country, from here to Timbuktu,and boy after a long day, you know there ain't no wrong way, to drive my crazy crazy, in a 4x4 by you,parked out in the driveway, backed up to a fire on a tailgate, feet on the dashboard, oh nothing I love more,not eating nothing but we in slow motion, up in the mountains or down by the ocean,it's all the same to me, ain't nowhere I'd rather be, than in a 4x4 by you babe, in a white seat ofLA, city to the country, from here to Kalamazoo, and boy after a long day, you know there ain't no wrong way, to drive my crazy crazy, in a 4x4 by you babe,ain't nowhere I'd rather be, than in a 4x4 by you babe,there ain't no wrong way, to drive my crazy crazy, in a 4x4 by you.Right there beside you,every morning sun and every afternoon ride me through the stars,Fly me the moonAnd I'm far, far, far by you, babeFrom the bayou to KentuckyCity to the countryFrom here to TimbuktuAnd boy, after a long dayYou know there ain't no wrong wayTo drive my crazy, crazyIn a four-by-four, babeAnd boy, after a long dayYou know there ain't no wrong wayTo drive my crazy, crazyIn a four-by-four, babeGTAGTAGTAGTAGTAGTAGTAGTAGTAGTAGTAGTAGTAGTAGTAGTAGTA