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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kathy Mattea
Percussion
James "Hutch" Hutchinson
Bass Guitar
Jim Keltner
Drums
Pat Buchanan
Electric Guitar
Don Potter
Acoustic Guitar
Jerry Douglas
Dobro
Stuart Duncan
Mandolin
Kirk "Jelly Roll" Johnson
Harp
Kim Richey
Background Vocals
B. HALLIGAN JR.
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gillian Welch
Composer
David Rawlings
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kathy Mattea
Producer
Ben Wisch
Mixing Engineer
Mark Frigo
Assistant Recording Engineer
Daniel Leanse
Assistant Recording Engineer
Steve Regina
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Mr. Smith had an oldsmobile
Baby blue with them wire wheels
I took her home the day that she was adverstised
He said she leaked when, it would rain
And sounded like an aeroplane
But I knew she was a jewel in disguise
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
Whose junkpile piece of Chevelle is this?
You boys come here to race or just kiss?
Don't you wanna 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 quater 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 hating 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 heard the angels sing
(Sounded like the Beach Boys)
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?"
I had a 455 Rocket
The very kind you drive
You oughta watch yourself when you take that turn
'Cause she was made for the straight aways
She grew up hating Chevrolets
She's a Rocket, she was made to burn
Lord, she's a Rocket she was made to burn
Writer(s): Gillian Howard Welch, David Todd Rawlings
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