Out here in the fieldsI fight for my mealsI get my back into my livingI don’t need to fightTo prove I’m rightI don’t need to be forgivenYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Don’t cryDon’t raise your eyeIt’s only teenage wasteland Sally, take my handWe’ll travel south ‘cross landPut out the

I call you when I need you, my heart’s on fireYou come to me, come to me wild and wildWhen you come to meGive me everything I need Give me a lifetime of promises and a world of dreamsSpeak a language of love like you know what it meansMmm, and

They say we’re young and we don’t knowWon’t find out until we growWell I don’t know if all that’s true‘Cause you got me, and baby I got you BabeI got you babeI got you babe They say our love won’t pay the rentBefore it’s earned, our money’s all been spentI

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walkI’m a woman’s man, no time to talkMusic loud and women warm, I’ve been kicked aroundSince I was bornAnd now it’s alright, it’s okayAnd you may look the other wayWe can try to understandThe New York Times’ effect on man

Hit the road Jack and don’t you come backNo more, no more, no more, no moreHit the road Jack and don’t you come back no moreWhat you say?Hit the road Jack and don’t you come backNo more, no more, no more, no moreHit the road Jack and don’t you come