In a flat 4-in-1, we was trapped by the door We was going to the country for what we came for I'm sure you smelled the trees in the air The best of my crazy is just a toy, look at that I was approaching cement and time by the cotton gin There was old man Buckman trying to find me He asked if I would stay a while 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 the Red Brazos Riverland Done hit the freeway at sunset, now the big city lights are at hand Hallelujah, hallelujah, ride my Chevrolet Ride my Chevrolet Hallelujah, hallelujah, ride my Chevrolet
