Kathy Mattea - Back Up Grinnin' Again Lyrics
(Gillian WelchDavid Rawlings)Mr. Smith had an oldsmobileBaby blue with them wire wheelsI took her home the day that she was adverstisedHe said she leaked when, it would rainAnd sounded like an aeroplaneBut I knew she was a jewel in disguiseShe had a 455 RocketThe biggest block aliveI couldn't hardly wait just to take my turnShe was made for the straight awaysShe grew up hating ChevroletsShe's a Rocket, she was made to burnWhose 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 missingBut buddy, she could teach you a lessonIn just a quater mile, and I'll smoke you goodIn my 455 RocketThe kind the police driveI couldn't hardly wait just to take my turnShe was made for the straight awaysShe grew up hating ChevroletsShe's a Rocket, she was made to burnI'm telling you and I ain't ashamedI cried when that wrecker cameAs we skid I thought I heard the angels sing (sounded like the Beach Boys)We hit the curve and began to sailTook out most of the safety railEven the cop asked me
