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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