I pour myself behind to wheel
too tired to think and too numb to feel
and hear that 350 whining low
all I need is an open road and some

Johnny Cash on the stereo
and things ain't as bad as they seem

1970 Monte Carlo Chevrolet
I swear sometimes you were my only friend
with a headliner ripped and torn
just like me she's a little worn
but you could always see me home again

"Get rhythm" blasting from the dash
in a cloud of smoke and cigarette ash
that old girl starts up every time
any time that I'm feelin' low I put the
Man in Black on my stereo
and that brings a smile to my face

Chorus

I ain't braggin but that girl can really roll
she's never left me busted flat or
standing in the cold