Ragtop Deluxe

Stole my heart back in '62
I knew I had to have her some day
I copped a feel, I got her for a steal
She's showroom down to San Jose
Come on

Got crosswired pipes, talkin' bad V-8
Always on time, she ain't never late
Take you anywhere, you wanna roam
She's the place, I call my home sweet home

Some people drive sedans
Some people, they drive front wheel trucks
But just give me my ragtop deluxe
Oh, yeah

Bird dog, searchin' both far and near
See the blue lights out the rearview mirror
Three speed shift, on the floor console
Come on, baby, gimme more, more, more

Some people ride their luck
Some people wanna ride their bucks
But just give me my ragtop deluxe
Ragtop deluxe
Come on, John boy

Now, hold it
Oh, baby, I think it's time we took this thing for a spin
Just let that top down, so I can put on a big old grin
Oh, yeah
She's a-movin' again, oh yeah
Come here, baby, yeah
Oh, yeah

Some people ride their luck
Some people wanna ride their bucks
But just give me my ragtop deluxe
Oh, bring your seat cover over here, baby

High performance, you got what I need
Take it real easy, baby, take it high speed
She like to follow them little white lines
I'm glad to say she's mine, mine, mine

People ride sedans
Some people, they ride front wheel trucks
Just give me my ragtop deluxe
Ragtop deluxe

Talkin' 'bout my ragtop
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Danny Joe Brow, John Eugene Galvin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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