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Date: Thu, 5 Jun 1997 02:21:53 GMT
From: Sharon 
Subject: Kathy Mattea

455 ROCKET by Kathy Mattea
Intro:  D  D   D  D
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   Mr. Smith had an Oldsmobile
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   Baby blue with wire wheels
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   He took her home the day that she was advertised
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   He said she leaked when it would rain
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   Sounded like an aeroplane
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   But I knew she was a jewel in disguise

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   She had a 455 Rocket

   The biggest block alive
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   I couldn't hardly wait just to take my turn
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   She was made for the straight aways
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   She grew up hatin' Chevrolets
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   She's a rocket, she was made to burn
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   Well whose junkpile piece of Chevelle is this?
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   Did you Boys come here to race or just kiss?
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Hmmm   Don't you want to know what I got underneath my hood?
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   I know she might sound like she's missing
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   But buddy, she could teach you a lesson
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   In just a quarter mile, and I'll smoke you good



A7         D   G
   In my 455 rocket

   The kind the police drive
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   I couldn't hardly wait just to take my turn
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   She was made for the straight aways
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   She grew up hatin' Chevrolets
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   She's a rocket,  she was made to burn

Interlude:     D  D  G  G  D  A7  D  A7
 *****BASE & DRUM ONLY*****
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   I'm telling you and I ain't ashamed
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   I cried when that wrecker came
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   As we skid I thought I heard angels sing
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   We hit the curve and began to sail
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   Took out most the safety rail
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   Even the cop asked me, "Man what'd you have in that thing?"
*****GUITAR STARTS AGAIN*****
A7          D   G
   I had a 455 rocket

   The very kind you drive
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   You oughta watch yourself when you take that turn
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   She was made for the straight aways
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   She grew up hatin' Chevrolets
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   She's a rocket, she was made to burn, burn
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   Lord she's a rocket, she was made to burn.
We do sing and play your USA music in Aussie Land.