"455 Rocket (Revival Outtake)" lyrics - GILLIAN WELCH

Mr. Smith had an Oldsmobile
Baby blue with them wire wheels
I took her home the day she was advertised

Said she leaked when it would rain
Sounded like an aeroplane
But I knew she was a jewel in disguise

[Bridge:]
She had a 455 Rocket
The biggest block alive
Couldn't hardly wait just to take my turn

[Chorus:]
She was made for the straightaway
She grew up hating Chevrolet
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?

Yes, I know she might sound like she's missing
But buddy, she could teach you a lesson
In just a quarter mile, I'll smoke you good good

[Bridge:]
In my 455 Rocket
The kind the police drive
[?], come take your turn

[Chorus:]
She was made for the straightaway
She grew up hating Chevrolet
She's a Rocket, she was made to burn

It curved, then began to sail
Took out most of the safety rail
As we skid, I thought I heard the angels sing

I'm telling you I ain't ashamed
And I cried when that wrecker came
Even the cop asked me, "Man, what'd you have in that thing?"

[Bridge:]
I had a 455 Rocket
The very kind you drive
You oughta watch yourself when you take that turn

[Chorus:]
She was made for the straightaway
She grew up hating Chevrolet
She's a Rocket, she was made to burn

[Outro:]
Lord, she's a Rocket she was made to burn