455 Rocket Lyrics - Singles - Kathy Mattea

(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