Baby, what do you say we just get lost Leave this one horse town like two rebels without a cause I've got people in Boston, ain't your daddy still in Des Moines? We can pack up tomorrow - tonight lets flip a coin
Chorus: Heads Carolina, tails California Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer Up in the mountains, down by the ocean Where it don't matter as long as we're going Somewhere together, I've got a quarter Heads Carolina, tails California
We can throw what we own in the back of a U-Haul van Couple modern day Moses, searching for the Promised Land We can go four hundred miles before we stop for gas We can drive for a day, and then we'll take a look at the map
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We're gonna get outta here if we gotta ride a greyhound bus We're bound to out run the bad luck that’s trailing us