Traffic Jam

Words & Music:

James Taylor


This song is best when done in 4-part a capella.



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.


Well, I left my job about 5 o'clock.

It took fifteen minutes go three blocks.

Just in time to stand in line

With a freeway looking like a parking lot.




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.

'Bout to have a heart attack.  I said,




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.





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.


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