Mr. Smith Had An Oldsmobile Lyrics - Singles - Kathy Mattea

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 jewel 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