Kathy Mattea
Kathy Mattea - Back Up Grinnin' Again lyrics
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(Gillian WelchDavid Rawlings) Mr. Smith had an oldsmobile Baby blue with them wire wheels I took her home the day that she was adverstised He said she leaked when, it would rain And sounded like an aeroplane But I knew she was a jewel in disguise She had a 455 Rocket The biggest block alive I couldn't hardly wait just to take my turn She was made for the straight aways She grew up hating Chevrolets She's a Rocket, she was made to burn Whose junkpile piece of Chevelle is this? You boys come here to race or just kiss? Don't you wanna know what I got underneath my hood? I know she might sound like she's missing But buddy, she could teach you a lesson In just a quater mile, and I'll smoke you good In my 455 Rocket The kind the police drive I couldn't hardly wait just to take my turn She was made for the straight aways She grew up hating Chevrolets She's a Rocket, she was made to burn I'm telling you and I ain't ashamed I cried when that wrecker came As we skid I thought I heard the angels sing (sounded like the Beach Boys) We hit the curve and began to sail Took out most of the safety rail Even the cop asked me