Red hot, jet black top
Sunset in your eyes
Rock 'n' roll on the radio
Keepin' perfect time

With the hum of the engine
Girl everything's fixing up right
There ain't nothing left to do
On a small town Friday night
So let's try

What you say we gas up
Heavy on the hammer
Let the horses run
Baby turn the track up
Then it makes us feel
The way that Springsteen does
Yeah, little born in the USA
In the middle of a wide open two-lane
Can't nothing spark a flame in two hearts
Like guitars and gasoline

You got the shotgun dance show
I got that console laying
The way you keep getting closer
It's hard to keep it in between

The white and the yellow
Girl I say let's blow right past
That welcome sign to the county line
And never look back

What you say we gas up
Heavy on the hammer
Let the horses run
Baby turn the track up
Then it makes us feel
The way that Springsteen does
Yeah, little born in the USA
In the middle of a wide open two-lane
Can't nothing spark a flame in two hearts
Like guitars and gasoline
Fast cars and bending strings

What you say we gas up
Flying like a bullet shot out of a gun
Baby turn the track up
Then it makes us feel
The way that Springsteen does
Yeah, little born in the USA
In the middle of a wide open two-lane
Can't nothing spark a flame in two hearts
Like guitars and gasoline
Like guitars and gasoline