Capo 3rd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Verse 1

 Mr. Smith had an Oldsmobile

 Baby blue with wire wheels.

 I took her home the day that she was advertised

 He said she leaned when it would rain

 And sounded like an aeroplane

 But I knew she was a jewel in disguise

Chorus 1

 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

Verse 2

Whose junkpile piece of Chevelle is this?

You boys come here to race or just kiss?

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?"