A woman just wanted a ride A woman just wanted a rideGave her money, bought her clothes, kept her hair fixin', bought her lipsticksBought her new shoes with the key chain, gave her diamonds and she still wantedA woman just wanted a ride A woman just wanted a rideWhen I asked her what kind of woman she likedShe sent me off to buy a brand new CadillacShe even played behind the greatest wig in townShe even lived in the best house aroundA woman just wanted a rideOh, oh, oh, with me Oh, oh, oh, with meA woman just wanted a rideCooked the bread, brought it to her bedAll I ever heard was what her mama saidStarted talkin' at three jobs doneFolks, don't you think two is enough?A woman just wanted a rideA woman just wanted a rideOh, oh, oh, with me Oh, oh, oh, with meA woman just wanted a rideOh, oh, oh, a woman just wanted a rideOh, oh, oh, a woman just wanted a rideYou know I'm tired of thatTired of that stuff, mamaYou better spend the nightI'm tired of talkin'Tired of talkin', I got to leaveStop that cuttin', pickin', pickin', pickin'Hold on, don't take it, take itGood work's not your daily breadCome on, mamaI'm tired of all that messYou know, oh, I saidMmm, fellas, don't you knowMmm, long, long, long, longMmm, yeahMmmDon't you know I'm sick and tiredI'm gonna pack all my clothes nowMove on down the roadOh, oh, oh, ohI'm tryin' to tell you thatCan't you see