Ricky Fitzpatrick: Music

Chevrolet
Words & Music by Ricky Fitzpatrick
Copyright 2007, RFM Music

Verse One
Well I was lean and mean
Hell on wheels and made for love
And built for speed.
30 weight and gasoline;
Just grab the wheel and fire me up
And boy, I’ll set you free.

Bridge
Gimme old back roads or an open stretch
Of blacktop; I don’t care.
Cause I’ll go anywhere
You want me to go.

Chorus
I was born in 1957;
A mile of chrome and a thousand pounds
Of Detriot steel.
Dual exhaust and full blown heads
And a shade of candy apple red,
And fifty years of highways underneath my wheels.
Climb inside and we’ll just drive away.
‘Cause I’m a Nine…teen…fifty-seven…Chevrolet.

Verse 2
Well I can hold my own
On some young punk with a bored-out Ford
In the quarter-mile.
And I’m as good as gone;
Rubber and smoke, and the young girls scream
And grown men cry.

Bridge 2
No, I ain’t met a lawman yet
That I can’t put to shame.
Aw, I ain’t to blame
For what I am…

Chorus
‘Cause I was born in 1957;
A mile of chrome and a thousand pounds
Of Detroit steel.
Dual exhaust and full blown heads
And a shade of candy apple red,
And fifty years of highways underneath my wheels.
Climb inside and we’ll just drive away.
‘Cause I’m a Nine…teen…fifty-seven…Chevrolet.

Verse 3
Well it’s a brave new road.
And we all like to hold on tight
To yesterday.
But it’s a hell of a way to go.
Rustin’ down on the edge of town
Just wastin’ away.

Bridge 3
Til some good old boy’ll fix me up
And I’ll be running good.
(He just) smile and says, “there’s a million miles
Still under this old hood…”

Chorus
Well, I was born in 1957;
A mile of chrome and a thousand pounds
Of Detroit steel.
Cherry bombs and full blown heads
And faded candy apple red,
And a thousand nights of highways underneath my wheels.
Climb inside and we’ll just drive away.
‘Cause I’m a Nine…teen…fifty-seven…Chevrolet.

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Well I was lean and mean
Hell on wheels and made for love
And built for speed…