Chevrolet You Down (Acoustic) - Ryan Waters Band

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

I've got ripplin' water to wake me To the mornin', my woman and love And tall pine trees are pointing us easily To heaven above Blue spruce flaming on the grate in the evening Takes the chill away fine Cut the telephone line And the story's the same There's a worn red chair by the window That we found at a sale down the way When some old women said that they Needed more room for the winter But people like pulling out the stuffing when they sit down And so it passes the time Cut the telephone line The story's the same Oh, like a bubble on a windy day I start to flutter when I hear you say That you feel too good to go away And you make me feel fine And you made my world a warmer place By the sparkling of your diamond face On a frayed spot put a little lace And you make me feel fine Warm as the mountain sunshine On the edge of the snow line In a meadow of columbine Oh, little Jennifer, I'd give a penny for What you've got on your mind It seems like most of the time You're lying there dreaming Maybe in your vision you see how our mission is Slightly less than divine You cut the telephone line The story's the same And now ripplin' waters flow through pipes In the walls and they're keeping me warm And the closest I've been to my family For days is my music But to silently stare in the morning sky It's like hearing her calling my name You cut the telephone line And the story might change Oh, like a bubble on a windy day Start to flutter when I hear you say That you feel too good to go away And you make me feel fine And you made my world a warmer place By the sparkling of your diamond face On a frayed spot put a little lace And you make me feel fine Warm as the mountain sunshine On the edge of the snow line In a meadow of columbine