Damn this traffic jam, how I hate to be late, it hurts my motor to go so slow.
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Damn this traffic jam, time I get home my supper'll be cold, damn this traffic jam.
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Well I left my job about 5 o'clock, it took fifteen minutes go three blocks,
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Just in time to stand in line with a freeway looking like a parking lot.
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Damn this traffic jam, how I hate to be late, it hurts my motor to go so slow.
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Damn this traffic jam, time I get home my supper'll be cold, damn this traffic jam.
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Now I almost had a heart attack, looking in my rear view mirror,
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I saw myself the next car back, looking in the rear view mirror,
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about to have a heart attack, I said,
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damn this traffic jam, how I hate to be late, it hurts my motor to go so slow.
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Damn this traffic jam, time I get home my supper'll be cold, damn this traffic jam.
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Now when I die I don't want no coffin, I thought about it all too often.
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Just strap me in behind the wheel and bury me with my automobile.
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Damn this traffic jam, how I hate to be late, it hurts my motor to go so slow.
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Damn this traffic jam, time I get home my supper'll be cold, damn this traffic jam. Damn.
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Now I used to think that I was cool running around on fossil fuel,
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Until I saw what I was doing was driving down the road to ruin.
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Traffic Jam
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| James Taylor |
