Detroit Made - John Hiatt

I got me a deuce and a quarter, babe

She will ride you right

Pick you up about half past nine

We can ride all night

I came up from the country, baby

City’s where I stay

Got me a deuce and a quarter, babe

It’s all I got to say

She’s a Detroit made

Deuce and a quarter, babe

She’s a Detroit made

Deuce and a quarter, babe

Big-block she’ll do all the work

So we can ride in style

Leather on those bucket seats

Carpet double pile

Chrome that takes the moonlight on

Sea to shining sea

You can hear those glass pipes rumble to the statue of liberty

Now when I first got out of high school

I drove an old farm truck

All the girls they walked right by me

Didn’t even say good luck

Now I ride my 225, they all want to be my friend

I’ll pick you up later tonight now baby

You can wait till then

Just about every cat I know wants him a coupe de ville

I pay half the price and get twice as nice

And they’re still trying to pay that bill

Now I can’t say everything’s okay riding in my car

But I got me a deuce and a quarter baby

She goes like a shooting star