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Travis Tritt Start The Car Lyrics
Total views: 2 times this week / Rating: 8.21/10 [14 votes]Album: No More Looking Over My Shoulder / Original Release Date: 1998Genre: PopSong Duration: 4 min 24 sec
TRAVIS TRITT
- Start The Car Lyrics / with translationsWell, I'm tired of the pressure,
So tired of the pace
Just wanna grab you baby
And get out of this place
I got no chance of makin' it,
Working downtown
Been walkin' slow and talkin' low
And tired of goin' down, down, down.
Start the car
We gotta move
This ain't no livin'
This ain't no groove
It's been a long hard road
Come on baby, drive it home
Start the car.
Well, we started out for paradise,
It ain't no Promised Land
This ain't no kind of livin'
For an honest working man
There's people dyin' on the streets
That never make the news
While others livin' up on the hill
Singin' the white boy blues.
Start the car
We gotta move
This ain't no livin'
This ain't no groove
This city's rich
We're dirt poor
Somewhere waiting
There's something more
Start the car.
--- Instrumental ---
Well, we're goin' out with dignity
Goin' out with style
Gonna lay down that hammer, babe
And make our own road across the miles
I can't take this town one more day, babe.
Start the car
We gotta move
This ain't no livin'
This ain't no groove
This city's rich
We're dirt poor
Somewhere waiting
There's gotta be something more.
Start the car
We gotta move
This ain't no livin'
This ain't no groove
It's been a long hard road
Come on baby, drive it home.
Start the car
Yeah, start the car baby.
--- Instrumental with ad libs to fade ---
So tired of the pace
Just wanna grab you baby
And get out of this place
I got no chance of makin' it,
Working downtown
Been walkin' slow and talkin' low
And tired of goin' down, down, down.
Start the car
We gotta move
This ain't no livin'
This ain't no groove
It's been a long hard road
Come on baby, drive it home
Start the car.
Well, we started out for paradise,
It ain't no Promised Land
This ain't no kind of livin'
For an honest working man
There's people dyin' on the streets
That never make the news
While others livin' up on the hill
Singin' the white boy blues.
Start the car
We gotta move
This ain't no livin'
This ain't no groove
We're dirt poor
Somewhere waiting
There's something more
Start the car.
--- Instrumental ---
Well, we're goin' out with dignity
Goin' out with style
Gonna lay down that hammer, babe
And make our own road across the miles
I can't take this town one more day, babe.
Start the car
We gotta move
This ain't no livin'
This ain't no groove
This city's rich
We're dirt poor
Somewhere waiting
There's gotta be something more.
Start the car
We gotta move
This ain't no livin'
This ain't no groove
It's been a long hard road
Come on baby, drive it home.
Start the car
Yeah, start the car baby.
--- Instrumental with ad libs to fade ---
Facts about Start The Car
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Start The Car is written by Jude Anthony Cole.
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It is first released in 1998 as part of Travis Tritt's album "No More Looking Over My Shoulder" which includes 10 tracks in total. This song is the 7th track on this album.
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Start The Car falls under the genre Pop.
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Start The Car song length is 4 minutes and 24 seconds.
Who wrote Start The Car lyrics?
Start The Car is written by Jude Anthony Cole.
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When was Start The Car released?
It is first released in 1998 as part of Travis Tritt's album "No More Looking Over My Shoulder" which includes 10 tracks in total. This song is the 7th track on this album.
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Which genre is Start The Car?
Start The Car falls under the genre Pop.
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How long is the song Start The Car?
Start The Car song length is 4 minutes and 24 seconds.
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these lyrics are submitted by musixmatch2Songwriter(s): Jude Anthony Cole
Record Label(s): 1998 Warner Bros Records
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