Feeling filthy
Riding low
Mountain up ahead
Too, too far to go

 

She said let’s pull over
Take this wheel from me
Are you gonna drive or are you
Just here to keep me company

 

Can you ride a motorcycle?
Can you get away in a stick?
Honey, can you handle a rifle?
Crack a whip with the flick of your wrist

 

Feeling guilty
About driving slow
I asked where we were going but
She said I don’t know

 

Runnin’ from the law in Tucson
Robbing banks in Alabam’
Never have I had another lover who can
Drive like she can

 

Can you ride a motorcycle?
Can you get away in a stick?
Honey, can you handle a rifle?
Crack a whip with the flick of your wrist

 

She got a big ol’ car
Black Cadillac
Wheels in the ditch
Driving like a heart attack

 

Well I never been an engine driver
I ain’t no old stunt man
She’s got my car a hundred miles an hour
Straight to the promised land

 

Can you ride a motorcycle?
Can you get away in a stick?
Honey, can you handle a rifle?
Crack a whip with the flick of your wrist

 

Can you ride a motorcycle?
Can you get away in a stick?
Honey, can you handle a rifle?
Crack a whip with the flick of your wrist