Lyrics:

I pour myself behind to wheel
Too tired to think and too numb to feel
And hear that 350 whining low
All I need is an open road and some
Johnny Cash on the stereo
And things ain't as bad as they seem

1970 Monte Carlo Chevrolet
I swear sometimes you were my only friend
With a headliner ripped and torn
Just like me she's a little worn
But you could always see me home again

'Get rhythm' blasting from the dash
In a cloud of smoke and cigarette ash
That old girl starts up every time
Any time that I'm feelin' low I put the
Man in Black on my stereo
And that brings a smile to my face

Chorus

I ain't braggin but that girl can really roll
She's never left me busted flat or
Standing in the cold