Shape of my baby
The garage isn't a bad place to find a new ride
My Brother and I talk shop with Bobby Singer
That's when I seen her
I put the keys in her ignition
Started her up and listened to her purr
Cranked up the AC/DC on the stereo
Stepped on the gas and drove like wild
You were American made for a blue collared guy like me
I may hunt crazy
But that's the life I live
So roll the windows down and crank the tunes
Come on, come on, just get in
Come on , come on, I called shotgun
I'm in love with the shape of you
They don't build them like they use to
We need all the trunk space for all our gear
Guns, rifles and a couple of sphere
Last night in the garage
I changed your oil, I cleaned your glass
Nothing like the smell of turtle wax
I'm in love with your shiny body
Oh I oh I oh I
I buffed out your dents, I polished your rims
I shook out your matts
And made you all new
Oh I, oh I, oh I
Love traveling with you
Your our hotel/ motel
Your our diner, lets dig in
Let's reload the weapons and pack up the gear
We may not be back for hours
But it's worth the wait
As long as we are coming back home to you
Time to get back on the road and head to the next state
As the passenger shuts his cake hole
It's the drivers turn to choose the music
I like to drive you wild
Kick up the dust on the open road
Your black on metal chrome makes me weak
The smell of motor oil always gets me
Your so much better then anything new
You maybe hard on gas but worth the run
I only want to drive you
Oh I oh I oh I
Love traveling with you
You are my love
You are by baby
Oh I oh I oh I