Zz Top

In a flat forty-one with my strat on the door
We was goin to the country for what we came for.
Im sure youve smelled the trees in the air.
The best of motor cruisins just the joy to get there.
I was approachin simonton down by the cotton gin.
There was old man berkman trying to flag me in.
He asked if I would stay awhile and if I needed gas.
I said, no thanks, anyhow I dont drive too fast.
hallelujah, hallelujah,
ride my chevrolet.
hallelujah, hallelujah,