Traffic Jam
James Taylor"Traffic Jam" is a song by James Taylor, released in 1983 in the Pop genre. The song is 1:52 long and contains 43 lines and 258 words.
Lyrics
0:09Damn this traffic jam
0:11How I hate to be late
0:13It hurts my motor to go so slow
0:15Damn this traffic jam
0:17Time I get home my supper'll be cold
0:19Damn this traffic jam
0:24Well I left my job about 5 o'clock
0:26It took fifteen minutes go three blocks
0:28Just in time to stand in line
0:30With a freeway looking like a parking lot
0:32Damn this traffic jam
0:34How I hate to be late
0:36It hurts my motor to go so slow
0:38Damn this traffic jam
0:40Time I get home my supper'll be cold
0:43Damn this traffic jam
0:47Now I almost had a heart attack
0:50Looking in my rear view mirror
0:51I saw myself the next car back
0:53Looking in the rear view mirror
0:55'Bout to have a heart attack
0:57I said
0:58Damn this traffic jam
1:00How I hate to be late
1:02It hurts my motor to go so slow
1:07Damn this traffic jam
1:11Time I get home my supper'll be cold
1:12Damn this traffic jam
1:13Now when I die I don't want no coffin
1:16I thought about it all too often
1:18Just strap me in behind the wheel
1:20And bury me with my automobile
1:21Damn this traffic jam
1:22How I hate to be late
1:24It hurts my motor to go so slow
1:25Damn this traffic jam
1:26Time I get home my supper'll be cold
1:29Damn this traffic jam
1:33Damn
1:46Now I used to think that I was cool
1:48Running around on fossil fuel
1:50Until I saw what I was doing
1:52Was driving down the road to ruin
Damn this traffic jam How I hate to be late It hurts my motor to go so slow Damn this traffic jam Time I get home my supper'll be cold Damn this traffic jam Well I left my job about 5 o'clock It took fifteen minutes go three blocks Just in time to stand in line With a freeway looking like a parking lot Damn this traffic jam How I hate to be late It hurts my motor to go so slow Damn this traffic jam Time I get home my supper'll be cold Damn this traffic jam Now I almost had a heart attack Looking in my rear view mirror I saw myself the next car back Looking in the rear view mirror 'Bout to have a heart attack I said Damn this traffic jam How I hate to be late It hurts my motor to go so slow Damn this traffic jam Time I get home my supper'll be cold Damn this traffic jam Now when I die I don't want no coffin I thought about it all too often Just strap me in behind the wheel And bury me with my automobile Damn this traffic jam How I hate to be late It hurts my motor to go so slow Damn this traffic jam Time I get home my supper'll be cold Damn this traffic jam Damn Now I used to think that I was cool Running around on fossil fuel Until I saw what I was doing Was driving down the road to ruin
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