Ruby’s Red Coupe

Lirik

[Verse 1] Saturday, the county strip is humming Chrome teeth flashing underneath the sign Ruby’s got her ’32 Ford running I’ve got one hand resting on the line The starter lifts his arm like a preacher Engines cough and spit into the air She grins, says, “See you at the finish, teacher” Then the whole road shakes beneath our chairs [Chorus] Hot rod, hot rod, burn up the track Ruby in front and she’s not looking back Hot rod, hot rod, tires bite the ground Two old coupes and the whole town’s loud Run it out, let the checkered flag fly Race that red dirt clear to the sky [Verse 2] First bend, she cuts it close and easy Gravel snaps against my fender well I shift hard, the gear stick starts to tease me She pulls ahead like a ringing bell Past the feed store, past the water tower Every porch is packed with folks in white Ruby’s got the lead and all the power I can see her laughing in the right [Chorus] Hot rod, hot rod, burn up the track Ruby in front and she’s not looking back Hot rod, hot rod, tires bite the ground Two old coupes and the whole town’s loud Run it out, let the checkered flag fly Race that red dirt clear to the sky [Bridge] Last straight, the dust rolls up behind us Her rear wheels dance, then find their grip I lean in while the finish line reminds us One clean pass, one lightning-quick shift [Guitar Break] [Final Chorus] Hot rod, hot rod, burn up the track Ruby takes the flag and she’s not looking back Hot rod, hot rod, tires bite the ground She wins by a fender, hear that town sound Run it out, let the checkered flag fly Ruby’s red coupe owns the sky [Outro] Hot rod, hot rod, hear that engine roar Ruby waves once, then she’s gone for more