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Kathy Mattea( Kathleen Alice 'Kathy' Mattea )
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455 Rocket
Lyricist:D Rawlings, G Welch
Mr. Smith had an Oldsmobile Baby blue with wire wheels I took her home the day that she was advertised He said she leaked when it would rain Sounded like aeroplane But I knew she was a jewel in disguise
She had a 455 Rocket, the biggest block alive 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 junk pile piece of Chevelle is this? Did you boys come here to race or just kiss? 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 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
Hit the curve and began to sail Took out most 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 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
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