Every time you press play With your ray ban sunglasses And my braves hat Turned backwards Got you winkin' at me Baby, it's your show I'm drivers side VIP, a front row Keep turnin' it up

Out here way back, working on our laid back Tell everyone you know Sip it, tip it, pass it around Let's light up this two lane town Got our headlights circled, Chevrolet Saturday night at a river bank Silver bullets popping, got my speakers rocking A

Slow down, you're gonna crash, Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone Look out, you've got your blinders on I'm American made apple pie Chevrolet My momma taught me wrong from right. I was born

In my Chevrolet My box Chevrolet Got that Glock laid in my lap In case you want to play Let's go get you all cleaned up And ride around all day I'm out the gate like a race horse, made in the A of course That's A for Alabama, I'll be damned if I say

Johnny Cash The windows cracked on the Chevrolet My cigarettes in the ash tray The engines off and the radio's, down So nervous my whole body shakes The parking lot's full of people and They ready to see the preacher man Time to open up for the main act