By Kathy Mattea
Tabbed By Sharon
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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
Well whose junkpile piece of Chevelle is this?
Did 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 heard angels sing
We 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.
We do sing and play your USA music in Aussie Land.