James Taylor — Traffic Jam

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 will be cold Damn this traffic jam Well I left my job about 5 o'clock It took fifteen minutes to go three blocks Just in time to stand in line With a freeway looking like a parking lot Damn this traffic jam How I hates 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 About 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 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