Silver Stallion

{low-rumbling V8 engine revving,

clean

Telecaster lick, steady driving snare tap} (vroooom) Seventy-two Chevy,

silver and rust

Sitting on the driveway,

collecting the dust

Took a little turn on the ignition key

Back to the place where we used to be

{steady driving

drum beat, muted country rock guitar riffs}

Oh,

she's heavy to hold

But she runs like pure gold

{crying pedal steel guitar swell,

snare roll building}

Rolling in that old-school Chevy tonight

Headlights cutting through the pale starlight Two-tone paint and a heavy metal

frame

She's the only one who knows my name

(oh yeah, that's right) {explosive rock drums,

bright guitar solo fill} Odometer stalled on a hundred-and-ten

Wish we could live those summers again

Arm out the window,

chasing the breeze

Flying past the shadows of the maple trees

{mellow groove, organ pad holding chords} {blazing blues-rock guitar solo with tube

amp

overdrive, Hammond organ swelling} Rolling in that old Chevy...

Yeah, she still runs...

(vrooooom) {guitar fading out with delay,

engine purr idling

to a

stop}