John Alex Cook - Thats A Ride

She had big fat rear tires and a scoop in the hood.
Four hundred cubic inches never sounded so good
Her rumble shook the walls of that old man's garage.
There was no doubt in my mind she was on hell of a car.
So I paid him five hundred bucks for a single set of keys
Even in her faded paint she made me weak at the knees.
I had the windows down with no AC in the thick August heat,
I got chills when I felt her vibrating through my seat.
When you feel the tires bite and the motor rev high
With the wind in your hair, the dust starts to fly
When the tail steps out and you catch the slide
Keep your foot on the gas
That's a ride
I replaced her carburetor and greased her front shocks
Changed the oil, the battery and the door locks
I gave her a new coat of paint like a shiny new black dress
And took her out on the town for a night of romance
We met a Camaro at a stoplight on Philadelphia road
I could feel her straining, her pedals caressing my toes
I dropped the clutch and with a puff of smoke we left him in the dust
You can only get to my heart if you can get there fast enough
When you feel the tires bite and the motor rev high
With the wind in your hair, the dust starts to fly
When the tail steps out and you catch the slide
Keep your foot on the gas
That's a ride
These days I don't pull the cover off as often as I did
She may be a little older but still makes me feel like a kid
Now that I'm a married man, she's my bit on the side
And on Sundays in the summer we still go out for a drive
When you feel the tires bite and the motor rev high
With the wind in your hair, the dust starts to fly
When the tail steps out and you catch the slide
Keep your foot on the gas
That's a ride

Written by:
John Cook

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