Текст песни 455 Rocket (Revival Outtake) - Gillian Welch

Let′s keep rollin'
Three, four

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

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?
Did 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, and I′ll smoke you good, good

In my 455 Rocket
The kind the police drive
If you ain't afraid, come take your turn
She was made for the straight ways
She grew up hating Chevrolets
She′s a Rocket, she was made to burn, 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
I cried when the wrecker came
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
She was made for the straight aways
She grew up hating Chevrolets
She′s a Rocket, she was made to burn

She was made to burn
She was made to burn, burn, burn