| Song | Drive On |
| Artist | Jack Ingram |
| Album | Young Man |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Weathered sign on the marquee | |
| An old film playing at the show | |
| He could tell by the clouds up top | |
| And old northern was about to blow | |
| So he hopped in his pick-up truck | |
| Steered it on down the road | |
| There he picked up his dark-haired beauty | |
| Drove on down nice and slow, singing | |
| This is my girl | |
| This is my world | |
| A lovers’ tune on the stereo | |
| Cool breeze blowin’ through her hair | |
| He whispers to her soft and low | |
| And quietly she stares | |
| He says I know I could be a movie star | |
| I know that you could be my wife | |
| I was thinking at work today | |
| I wanna leave with you tonight, because | |
| You are my girl | |
| You are my world | |
| They drive on past midnight | |
| Wishing on stars as they go | |
| Two young believers | |
| Too young to know | |
| Like a man in a story book | |
| He takes off down the open road | |
| Taking off to God knows where | |
| He’s taking off just to go |
| Weathered sign on the marquee | |
| An old film playing at the show | |
| He could tell by the clouds up top | |
| And old northern was about to blow | |
| So he hopped in his pickup truck | |
| Steered it on down the road | |
| There he picked up his darkhaired beauty | |
| Drove on down nice and slow, singing | |
| This is my girl | |
| This is my world | |
| A lovers' tune on the stereo | |
| Cool breeze blowin' through her hair | |
| He whispers to her soft and low | |
| And quietly she stares | |
| He says I know I could be a movie star | |
| I know that you could be my wife | |
| I was thinking at work today | |
| I wanna leave with you tonight, because | |
| You are my girl | |
| You are my world | |
| They drive on past midnight | |
| Wishing on stars as they go | |
| Two young believers | |
| Too young to know | |
| Like a man in a story book | |
| He takes off down the open road | |
| Taking off to God knows where | |
| He' s taking off just to go |
| Weathered sign on the marquee | |
| An old film playing at the show | |
| He could tell by the clouds up top | |
| And old northern was about to blow | |
| So he hopped in his pickup truck | |
| Steered it on down the road | |
| There he picked up his darkhaired beauty | |
| Drove on down nice and slow, singing | |
| This is my girl | |
| This is my world | |
| A lovers' tune on the stereo | |
| Cool breeze blowin' through her hair | |
| He whispers to her soft and low | |
| And quietly she stares | |
| He says I know I could be a movie star | |
| I know that you could be my wife | |
| I was thinking at work today | |
| I wanna leave with you tonight, because | |
| You are my girl | |
| You are my world | |
| They drive on past midnight | |
| Wishing on stars as they go | |
| Two young believers | |
| Too young to know | |
| Like a man in a story book | |
| He takes off down the open road | |
| Taking off to God knows where | |
| He' s taking off just to go |