El Camino

by Mike Salvatore

Genre: Rock

Lyrics

I drive an El Camino
I’m lookin mighty good
I play a red Casino
And it sounds like the four-barrel under my hood

I come from New York City
Where people say I’m strange
I tell ya—it’s a pity
That I never seem to get far from more of the same
No, I can’t seem to get away from more of the same

Oh, baby, them coyotes are howlin
At the desert stars in flight
And, baby, I got these six gears growling
I’ll be halfway to Tucson before morning light

My radio keeps searchin
Through the static haze
Till I see you in person
I’ll be rolling up another one and counting the days
I’m gonna roll another number for counting the days

Oh, baby, them coyotes are howlin
At the desert stars in flight
And, baby, I got these six gears growling
I’ll be halfway to Tucson before morning light