Well, 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
Nineteen seventy monte carlo chevrolet
I swear sometimes you were my only friend
"get rhythm" blasting from the dash
In a cloud of smoke and cigarette ash
But that old girl starts up every time
And any time that i'm feelin' low
I got the man in black on my stereo
And that brings a smile to my face
Nineteen seventy 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
I ain't braggin but that girl can really roll
She's never left me busted flat or standing in the cold
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