CAPO 3
VERSE 1:
A
Mr. Smith had an Oldsmobile
D
Baby blue with wire wheels.
A E
I took her home the day that she was advertised
A
He said she leaned when it would rain
D
And sounded like an aeroplane
A E A
But I knew she was a jewel in disguise
CHORUS 1:
A D
She had a 455 rocket, the biggest block alive
A E
I couldn't hardly wait just to take my turn
A
She was made for the straight aways
D
She grew up hating Chevrolets
A E A
She's a rocket, she was made to burn
VERSE 2
Whose junkpile piece of Chevelle is this?
You boys come here to race or just kiss?
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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
CHORUS 2:
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 hating Chevrolets
She's a rocket, she was made to burn.
VERSE 3:
I'm telling you and I ain't ashamed
I cried when that wrecker came
As we skid I thought I heard the angels sing
We hit the curve and began to sail
Took out most of the safety rail
Even the cop asked me
"Man, what'd you have in that thing?"
CHORUS 3:
I had a 455 Rocket, the very kind you drive
You oughta watch yourself when you take that turn
'Cause she was made for the straight aways
She grew up hating Chevrolets
She's a rocket, she was made to burn, burn
Lord, she's a rocket she was made to burn
