Riding top the floodway on a Friday night
The landscape's a fine and natural sight
Just cruising slow through the dark of night
With Precious and Grace everything's all right

Good God almighty we was going down slow
Yeah if we knew just where we had to go
Crying just a flying down some put out road
With Precious and Grace in my flathead Ford

So if you're out rolling late some night
Yeah and you need that supernatural delight (I'm talking to you, brother)
I know somebody's, they's just outta sight
Get with Precious and Grace, they gonna treat you right