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97 Chevrolet
Lyrics
I got a hot white 97 Chevrolet pickup
And the Shielas are lookin' my way
Two large cash and I'm down for a cruisin'
Yeah the devil knows I'm ready to play
When the big V8 gets cranked up rumblin'
Down that good ole Texas byway
I'll be the talk of the town yeah I'll be shakin' 'em down
With my 97 Chevrolet

Well I'm too old for cars and I'm too old for bars
And a lookin' for trouble all night
I got nothin' to prove 'cep'ta bustin' a move
Just a pickup man all right
Got the woofers rarin' and the radio's blarin'
Rockin' rollin' in the USA
So look out world I'm a terror unfurled
In my 97 Chevrolet

Ooh I'm the king
Or maybe I'm just a fool
But I don't really give a old plug nickel
When I'm ragin' down the tar so cool
Got the windows down and my crop top flopping
Better get yourself outta my way
Flying down 49 to Daingerfield Texas
In my 97 Chevrolet ....let's rock

Ooh they don't understand
I'll cypher they never guess
Why I set the destination on cool
Dialing up my GPS
So look out Momma I'm the B1 bomber
Two fifty horses in the bombay
You know the drill let me give you a thrill
In my 97 Chevrolet

Joe's got 'er smokin' when the carburetor's open
And the throttle's way up above ten
Maybe I'd a had a lotta better good times
I'll be danged if I remember when
Got a tank full of fuel and I'm lettin' her tool
All the horses got somethin' to say
Gettin' cooler by the hour in my new super power
My 97 Chevrolet
Song Length: 3:04
Primary Genre: Folk-General
Secondary Genre: -