Rush Hour Blues

Rush Hour Blues

high tempo frantic jazz

01:57

Lyrics

Rush Hour Blues

[Verse]
Sittin' in my car, stuck in this gridlock mess
Feelin' the tension rise, sweatin' bullets, I confess
Tickin' clock on the dash, I'm losin' all control
I gotta make it home tonight, or it'll take its toll

[Verse 2]
Horns blarin', engines roarin', chaos all around
Never thought I'd be jazzin' to the sound of honks and horns
Frantic fingers on the wheel, my foot's a-tappin' too
I can't take this anymore, gotta find a breakthrough

[Chorus]
Traffic jam blues, got me shakin' in my seat
If I don't make it home real soon, my fate I'll surely meet
Heart's beatin' like a jazz drum, I'm in a frantic trance
Oh, Lord, have mercy, I'll shit my pants if I don't make it home in time, oh, won't you give me one more chance?