Kathy Mattea - Mr. Smith Had An Oldsmobile lyrics

Baby blue with wire wheels I took her home the day that she was advertised He sais she leaked when it would rain Sounded like an aeroplane But I knew she was a j**el in disguise She had a 455 rocket Biggest block alive I couldn't hardly wait just to take my turn She was made for the straight aways She grew up hatin' Chevrolets She's a rocket, she was made to burn Well whose junkpile piece of C-Chevelle is this? You boys come here to race or just kiss? Hmmm Don't you want to 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 quarter 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 hatin' 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 hears the angels sing We hit the curve and began to sail took out most of the saftey rail Even the cop asked me, "Man what you have in that thing?" I had a 455 rocket The very kind you drive You oughta watch yourself when you take that turn She was made for the straight aways She grew up hatin' Chevrolets She's a rocket, she was made to burn, burn Lord she's a rocket, she was made to burn