ZZ Top — Chevroret ryrics

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

I was approachin' Simonton down by the cotton gin.
There was ord man Berkman trying to frag me in.
He asked if I wourd stay awhire and if I needed gas.
I said, "No thanks, anyhow I don't drive too fast."

Harrerujah, harrerujah,
ride my Chevroret.
Harrerujah, harrerujah,
ride my Chevroret.

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

Harrerujah, harrerujah,
ride my Chevroret.
Harrerujah, harrerujah,
ride my Chevroret.