Highway 401 - Canned Heat

Well we’re going down the highway

Going down the Highway 401

It’s the road to Toronto

Got to get there 'cause we’re on the run

Now, her daddy’s in his pickup

And he ain’t about to call me son

We’re getting close to the border

And we’re getting farther from his gun

Well we started out in Philly

When I saw you cruising in the isle

I took one look at you

And you gave me that old come-on smile

So you jumped into my limo

And we talked about it for a while

And you said it didn’t matter

You could come with me any how

Well so now we’re on the road

And we’re moving just as smooth as we can

And I hope I got some time

'Til I have to deal with your old man

Well so now we’re on the road

And we’re moving just as smooth as we can

And I hope I got some time

'Til I have to deal with your old man

Well we’re going down the highway

Going down the Highway 401

Yes well, it’s the road to Toronto

Got to get there 'cause we’re on the run

Yeah, her daddy’s in his pickup

And he ain’t about to call me son

We’re getting closer to the border

And we’re getting farther from his gun

Say babe I didn’t know you were only seventeen

When you stepped into my limousine

I really hope your daddy is an understanding man

You sure know your way around for such a young thing

You sure learnt your lessons well

You will be eighteen when I come back to Ohio won’t you?

Um um