Drive away,
As in lonesome sound,
Like a real straight shooter,
Three lanes full,Drive away,
As in lonesome sound,
Like a real straight shooter,
Three lanes full,Gotta ride in my heart,
Get 'em goin' down,
You don't have to be a star,
To, to get them goin' 'roundEven if you try to move,
Wheel it to your right,
So get on, on the driving wheel,
Save it for a round,Helpin' me, helpin' me, helpin' me 'round now
Helpin' me, helpin' me, helpin' me 'round now
Helpin' me, helpin' me, helpin' me 'round now
Helpin' me, helpin' me, helpin' me 'round nowGot to ride in my heart,
See 'em goin' down
Killed up by the ball front,
Shoot a jamboree,
Just a cold 'nother day,
Like a memory,
Just a cold 'nother day,
Slip a line on me,Helpin' me, helpin' me, helpin' me 'round now
Helpin' me, helpin' me, helpin' me 'round now
Helpin' me, helpin' me, helpin' me 'round now
Helpin' me, helpin' me, helpin' me 'round nowHelpin' me, helpin' me, helpin' me 'round now
Helpin' me, helpin' me, helpin' me 'round now
Helpin' me, helpin' me, helpin' me 'round now
Helpin' me, helpin' me, helpin' me 'round now
Songwriters
DAMON ALBARN, JAMIE CHRISTOPHER HEWLETTPublished by
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