Chevrolet Songtext / Lyric

In a flat Forty-One with my strat on the door
we was goin' to the country for what we came for.
I'm sure you've smelled the trees in the air.
The best of motor cruisin's just the joy to get

there.

I was approachin' Silverton down by the cotton gin.
There was old man Berton trying to flag me in.
He asked if I would stay awhile and if I needed
gas.
I said 'No thanks, anyhow I don't drive too
fast'
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
ride my Chevrolet.
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
ride my Chevrolet.

I took the road down to Cinco
through that red Brazos River land,
done hit that freeway at sunset.
Now the big city lights are at hand.

Hallelujah, hallelujah,
ride my Chevrolet.
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
ride my Chevrolet.