Текст: Bob Seger. Seven. Get Out of Denver.

[Version 1]

I still remember it was autumn and the moon was shinin'
My '60 Cadillac was roarin' through Nebraska, whinin'
Doin' a hundred-twenty man the fields was spinnin' over
Headed out for the mountain snow, and we was trailin' further
All the pipes were blazin and the screamin wheels turnin, turnin
Had my girl beside me brother, brother she was burnin, burnin

On board the Baptist preacher, southern funky school teacher
She had a line on somethin heavy but we couldn't reach her
We told her that we needed something that would get us going
She pulled out all she had and layed it on the counter showin
All I had to do was lay my money down and pick it up
Cops came bustin' in and man, we lit out in a pickup truck

(Cho.)
Go, get out of Denver, baby. Go, go, get out of Denver, baby.
Go, get out of Denver, baby. Go, go.

'Cause you look just like a commie and you might just be a member, baby.
Get out of Denver.
Well, red lights were flashin' and the sirens they were screamin'.
We had to pinch each other just to see if we was dreamin'.
Made it to London Pass in under less than half an hour.
Motor started drizzlin' and it turned into a thunder shower
(Break)
The rain kept drivin' but the caddy kept on burnin' rubber.
We kept on drivin' 'til we ran into some fog cover.
We couldn't see a thing, somehow we just kept on goin'.
We kept on drivin' all night long and dead into the mornin'.
Forty-five and fifty when we looked to see where we were at,
We're starrin' at a Colorado state policeman trooper captain.
He said...
(Cho.)