come on baby let’s get out of this town
i got a full tank of gas with the top rolled down
i’ll pack my bag and load up my guitar
in my pocket ill carry my harp
i got some money i saved
enough to get underway
and baby you can sleep while i drive

we’ll go through tucson up to santa fe
and barbara in nashville says we’re welcome to stay
i’ll buy you glasses in texas, a hat from new orleans
and in the morning you can tell me your dreams

-melissa etheridge

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The open road empowers and liberates. The whole world — or, at least the continental United States —stretched out before you, daring you down it, the possibilities endless. Evocative of emotions you didn’t even know you had. It starts to make you wonder who you want in the passenger seat. And where you want to go.