[Intro] [Guitar Solo] [Female Voice] Yeah, let it jump Feel that thump From the feed store gravel to the last porch light down the bend That Challenger’s hollerin’ — every head turns in [Women’s Choir] Oh, let it jump Feel that thump [Guitar Solo] [Breakdown] Ashtray full Throttle loose Radio crackled, kicked right through Everybody on the stoop starts keepin’ time [Women’s Choir] Let it jump Let it roll Hold that groove [Guitar Solo] [Guitar Solo] [Verse 1] Shop rag on the bench, coffee in a chipped tin mug, sun on the hood, hard and bright, like a torch too close to touch. Dust on the paint, gnats on the grille, still it cuts through, same worn wheel in my hands, same grin I knew. I ease it out slow, past the last mailbox in the lane, screen door bangs shut, hound dogs bark and strain. Four on the floor, engine rough, low, and wide, like it heard me call from the shed and woke up ready to ride. [Guitar Solo] [Pre-Chorus] Heads turn when I come off the ridge, that V8 talk rattling under the bridge. Hand on the wheel, heel on the gas, one cough, one roll, and the whole town feels it fast. [Harmonic solo] [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] '70 Challenger, hits like a drum, R/T, baby, here I come. Let the whole holler know it, plain and true, '70 Dodge Challenger, breakin' through. Engine bites, key turns, hear it bark, Growl in the night, leavin' its mark. Yeah, you know it, hear it in the air, '70 Dodge Challenger R/T, don't care. [Women’s Choir] Go, go, go Let it roll Go, go, go Rollin’ by the hardware glass, where you headed? I’m headed fast, and I drive it like a habit I can’t shake loose now [Guitar Solo] [Breakdown] Yeah! Challenger! R/T! Go! [Women’s Choir] Go! Go! Go! [Guitar Solo] [Guitar Solo] [Verse 2] Tank half full, nowhere I need to be, just AM static and that old V-8 heat. County road bends where the fence wire sags, red clay dust on the rocker, bent-up tags. Headlights skim mailboxes, church signs, feed-store gravel and saggin’ phone lines. Old farm trucks sunk down in the weeds, some folks grin, some nod, some just freeze. [Saxophone solo] Two-lane run, gravel under tread, two-lane run, rattling in my head, past the leaning barns and the cattle gates, through the creek-bed dips and the split-rail breaks. [Guitar Solo] [Final Instrumental Solo] No shine. All muscle. Low E growls. No mercy.
