Rush Hour Blues

Get up in the morning 'bout a quarter to six
Hop into my '68
I gotta rush, hurry, run to the factory plant
So my payments won't be late

A-ridin' on the freeway, it's a common testimony
To the genius of inventive man
Bumper-to-bumper, movin' about twenty
Headin' for the promised land

What can I say, yeah
I get paid today, oh God
What am I gonna do?
I got the rush hour blues

Gets me to the factory thirty minutes late
Runnin' for the clock of time [?]
Slippin' in the doorway, thinkin' about the freeway
I know I'm gonna blow my mind

On the way home I get away from the crowd
I'm gonna be a thinkin' man
I leave the freeway for a quiet street
And up into Cucamonga land [?]

What can I say, yeah
I got paid today
What am I gonna do?
I got thе rush hour blues

Yeah, hey

Whеn I get home, pull up in the drive
And keep a-runnin' in my brain
The house, the kids, the bills are paid
My freedom ain't the same

No matter what I say, what I do
No matter how hard I try
A-gimme gimme more, they all say
I'll hear it 'til the day I die

What can I say, yeah
I got paid today
What am I gonna do?
I got the rush hour blues
Oh, I got the rush hour blues
You know I got the blues