Lyrics
That old darling of mine is like a 90 some Chevy
She rides just right when you turn her on
The only thing that sounds better than that old 350
Is when she's running up to kiss me
When I get home, it's been a hard day
I tell you, darling, it's been a long week
Might have to load up the dogs
Go and listen to the frogs croaking down in the creek
We can take her nice and slow
A case of beer and it's hell cold
Let the sun sing, good Lord
There ain't no telling where we'll go
Back in that 90 some Chevy
In the back of that 90 some Chevy
Well, she's hotter than hell, I'm higher than gas
She's sweeter than honey, I'm poor white trash
She ain't had a check, that I couldn't cash
Yes, if she's my Carter, then I'm her Cash
And I've been sitting around, and drinking on it
I guess I'm gonna have to get me a ring and get it on it
'Cause that old darling of mine is like a 90 some Chevy
She rides just right when you turn her on
The only thing that sounds better than that old 350
Is when she's running up to kiss me
When I get home, it's been a hard day
I tell you, darling, it's been a long week
Might have to load up the dogs
Go and listen to the frogs croaking down in the creek
We can take her nice and slow
A case of beer and it's hell cold
Let the sun sing, good Lord
There ain't no telling where we'll go
In the back of that 90 some Chevy
In the back of that 90 some Chevy
That old darling of mine is like a 90 some Chevy
She rides just right when you turn her on
