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Kathy Mattea lyrics : "Nobody's Gonna Rain On Our Parade"

Baby blue with wire wheels
I took her home the day that she was advertised
He sais she leaked when it would rain

Sounded like an aeroplane
But I knew she was a jewel in disguise
She had a 455 rocket

Biggest block alive
I couldn't hardly wait just to take my turn
She was made for the straight aways

She grew up hatin' Chevrolets
She's a rocket, she was made to burn
Well whose junkpile piece of C-Chevelle is this?

You boys come here to race or just kiss?
Hmmm 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
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 hatin' Chevrolets
She's a rocket, she was made to burn
I'm telling you and I ain't ashamed

I cried when that wrecker came
As we skid I thought I hears the angels sing
We hit the curve and began to sail

Took out most of the saftey rail
Even the cop asked me,

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