I pull up the car
And I let it run
It takes us away from
Where we are

Oh, what a machine
Oh, what a machine
Oh, what a machine
Oh

If I let it soak
Will it become clean?
Let the salt carry it
Away from me

Oh, what a machine
Oh, what a machine
Oh, what a machine
Oh

I dig both my heels
Deep into the field
It tells me just how
I should really feel

Oh, what a machine
Oh, what a machine
Oh, what a machine
Oh

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Writer(s): Aaron Cooper Maine