Well I'm tired of the pressure, so tired of the pace.
Just want to grab you baby, and get out of this race.
(Drums)
I got no chance of makin' it, workin' downtown.
And walkin' slow and talkin' low,
I'm tired of goin' down... and down, and down. Yeah!
(Everyone) B G

 Start the car, we gota move.
This ain't no livin', this ain't no groove.
It's been a long, hard road. Come on baby, drive it home. Start the car.

Well started out for paradise, ain't no promised land.
This ain't no kinda livin' for an honest workin' man.
There's people dyin' on the streets, they never make the news.
My love is livin' up on the hill, singin' the white boy blues. Wow Yeah!

(Start the car, we gota move.
This ain't no livin', this ain't no groove.
The city's rich, we're dirt poor, somewhere waitin',
There's somethin' more. Start the car. Oh yeah!

(Lead) E G A C B
(Quiet) B

 Well goin' out with dignity, goin' out with style,
We'll lay down that hammer baby and make our own road, across the miles.
"Cause I cain't take this town, one more day baby, Yeah!
Start the car, we gota move.
This ain't no livin', this ain't no groove.
The city's rich, we're dirt poor, somewhere waitin',
There's gota be somethin' more.
(Refrain 1)
Yeah! Start the car baby, mmm.... Yeah! Uhuh...... Ah baby.
MMMMMM... start the car. Hoooooooooo..... Start the car baby.
Well come on baby start the car. Wow.....