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He's the king of the Cobras, a pavemount hound He plays upon a waitress at the Space Lodge Lounge In walks "no shoes - no service" as the plates hit the ground Her two-week notice, just blew into town There goes a red-headed legend in a blue Chevrolet He cools the evening with a Blue Ribbon beer She's chewin' gum in his right ear Broke down in Bedrock Canyon, dropped the clutch and pressure plate You know the red-head took two quarts Now she's running great There goes a red-headed legend in a blue Chevrolet I went out on vacation, out on Interstate 10 The heat's gettin' to ya, so's the wife and kids He'll rise up out of the blacktop, like a pagan god And blow on by you like some mirage There goes a red-headed legend in a blue Chevrolet

In a flat Forty-One with my strat on the door We was goin' to the country for what we came for. I'm sure you've smelled the trees in the air. The best of motor cruisin's just the joy to get there. I was approachin' Silverton down by the cotton gin. There was old man Berton trying to flag me in. He asked if I would stay awhile and if I needed gas. I said, "No thanks, anyhow I don't drive too fast." Hallelujah, hallelujah, Ride my Chevrolet. Hallelujah, hallelujah, Ride my Chevrolet. I took the road down to Cinco Through that red Brazos River land, Done hit that freeway at sunset. Now the big city lights are at hand. Hallelujah, hallelujah, Ride my Chevrolet. Hallelujah, hallelujah, Ride my Chevrolet. - Billy Gibbons

Chevrоlet 4Х4, cómo te han visto llegar A veces al Sinaloense y otras veces al Parral Es de un vato muy pesado Que no se sabe rajar Nació en mero Sinaloa, en el rancho de las Flechas Se vino a Estados Unidos donde encontró la riqueza Repartiendo sobres finos Mando al diablo la pobreza Aunque el gobierno este bravo, rodan las cosas prohibidas Chevrоlet 4Х4, cómo ha repartido harina Al mercado americano Juntos caben en cantinas Súbale tiro a la 38, mi compa JB De los corridones Puro Legado 7, mi compa En el mar los tiburones hacen merienda al pez chico Y aquí en la tierra que arde, anda pesado el perico De la noche a la mañana Al pobre lo vuelve rico El compa sonriendo dice: "el dinero da poder" Tengo mujeres bonitas, bandas, norteños también De avestruz visto mi cuerpo De cocodrilo mis pies Aquí se acaba el corrido del compa de Sinaloa Cómo anda de traficante, anda en sus buenas troconas Y para cuidar de su vida Carga sus buenas pistolas