Yeah, yeah      Well, 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 making it   Working downtown   Just walking slow and talking low   And tired of going down, down, down      Start the car, we gotta move   This ain't no living, this ain't no groove   It's been a long hard road   Now, come on baby   Let's drive it home, start the car      We started out for paradise   But this ain't no promised land   This ain't no kind of living   For an honest working man      Well, there's people dying on the streets   Sure don't make the news, ooh, yeah   While others livin' up on the hill   Singing the 'White Boy Blues'      Oh, start the car, gotta move   This ain't no living, this ain't no groove   City's rich, dirt poor   But somewhere waiting   There's something more, start the car      Well, we're goin' out with dignity   We're going out with style   Gonna lay down that hammer, baby   Make our own road 'cross the miles   'Cause I can't take this town one more day      Oh, start the car, gotta move   This ain't no living   This ain't no groove      The city's rich, dirt poor   Somewhere waiting   There's gotta be something more      Start the car, yeah   It's been a long hard road   Well, come on baby, let's drive it home   Start the car      Ooh, start the car   Ooh, start the car   Ooh, start the car      Mabeline, why can't you be true?   Start the car