[Intro: Solo Guitar] [Verse 1] In the backseat of that ’50 tonight Bobby watches the shoulder while Betty Sue fogs the glass with her breath Three motel keys from Room 12, a paper cup from Earl’s, and a pack gone limp in the heat The seat springs complain when they hit the dip by Mabel’s Feed on County 6 The dash is split, the chrome has gone flat Whitewalls hiss past fence posts along the county road She grins when he twists the knob and that same station swims up out of the static Bare feet on the vinyl, she lets the miles slide past [Chorus] Bobby and Betty Sue In that faded blue Oldsmobile Just Bobby and Betty Sue Radio half-lit Bobby and Betty Sue Rough-edged and true Yeah, let it roll on That ’50 Oldsmobile, our backseat song [Instrumental Break 1] [Verse 2] She’s got his cap, that faded blue Worn backward like she’s borrowing the shape of his day Rust on the brim, dust in the seams A cheap little watch dead still beside the vent At the diner they talked like there might be a clean way out But every plan they made kept circling back to that booth Till he slid in close and she said, “Take the long road home” And for once neither of them laughed it off [Chorus] Bobby and Betty Sue In that faded blue Oldsmobile Just Bobby and Betty Sue Radio half-lit Bobby and Betty Sue Rough-edged and true Yeah, let it roll on That ’50 Oldsmobile, our backseat song [Bridge] By the time that tank runs near empty and the sky goes pale with morning They’re still in the back of that Oldsmobile, putting off whatever comes next Front seat untouched, back seat worn thin A bent tin Coke sign leaning off the shoulder of the road Two kids quiet while the motor ticks and cools [Final Chorus] Bobby and Betty Sue In that faded blue Oldsmobile Just Bobby and Betty Sue Radio half-lit Bobby and Betty Sue Rough-edged and true Yeah, let it roll on That ’50 Oldsmobile, our backseat song
