We're sitting on the runway while the engines blow Our 747's gonna get the go I look across the field and see another jet In the cockpit is my buddy and we got a bet The tower gives the signal and we start to roll But I'll make him eat my smoke before the story's told Draggin' draggin' cross the U.S.A. Draggin' draggin' from New York to L.A. At 40.000 feet the weather's lokking fine I'm waiting for the stew to bring my glass of wine The nose is headed right into the setting sun The throttle's open wide to let the horses run I'd like to take it easy on this easy ride But I see my buddy gaining on the starboard side Draggin' draggin' cross the U.S.A. Draggin' draggin' from New York to L.A. It's tougher on the people riding back in coach But I've got to beat my buddy to the final approach Now we're both into the pattern and we're cleared to land If I touch her down before him I'll collect a grand The flaps are all secured and now we're homing in And my 747 baby's gonna win Draggin' draggin' cross the U.S.A. Draggin' draggin' from New York to L.A.