Kathy Mattea 455 Rocket
(Gillian Welch/David 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 "Man, what'd you have in that thing?" I had a 455 Rocket The very kind you drive You oughta watch yourself when you take that turn 'Cause she was made for the straight aways She grew up hating Chevrolets She's a Rocket, she was made to burn Lord, she's a Rocket she was made to burn
