Detroit Angels

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in the air
Sweet smell of gasoline, and a comb in his slick black hair
Blue jeans on vinyl seats and the turn of the key
Rubber spins on desert dust, tonight he’s gonna be free

V-8 purrs like a dragon, vibrates the floor
Pulls on the highway, pours in a little more
Open up all the barrels, chase away all the fears
Just him and his American Iron, tonight there’ll be no fears

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Detroit Angels, wrap me in chrome
Detroit Angels, hey I’m all alone
Carry me home, sing me your song

Well it’s warm asphalt and white wall tires, the tail fins split the night
He’s doin this one last time, tonight he’s gonna make it right
The radio’s playin the old songs, do-wop-she-bop
He can make Reno tonight, if he don’t stop

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Well teen angel, old a grey
Detroit factories closed yesterday
And yesterday is a million miles away

He can see all the old times thinking back in his head
Pullin motors with his buddies, buildin hot-rods in that old shed
They ported and tuned em, big cams and dual exhaust
What ever happened to four barrel carbs?
What happened to the time they lost?

He’s ridin for the guys tonight, the ones who can’t be here
May they ride in peace tonight, look for them in your mirror

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