Chevrolet

In a flat Forty-One with my strat by the door

We was goin' to the country for what we came for

I'm sure you've smelled the trees in the air

The best of motor cruisin's just the joy to get thereI was approachin' Simonton down by the cotton gin

There was old man, Berkman trying to flag me in

He asked if I would stay awhile and if I needed gas

I said, "No thanks, anyhow I don't drive too fast"Hallelujah, Hallelujah, ride my Chevrolet

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, ride my ChevroletI took the road down to Cinco

Through that red Brazos River land

Done hit that freeway at sunset

Now the big city lights are at hand, oh, noHallelujah, Hallelujah, ride my Chevrolet

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, ride my Chevrolet