57 DeSoto - ROCKABILLY HONKY-TONK - by MARTY

[Verse 1] My boots are chalk white, and the map's gone soft at the seam Dawn comes in sideways, over these busted-up beams The AM coughs once, then the upright bass slides in Just this truck, this red dirt, and me trying to begin [Chorus] (Choir: Shoo-bop, hey) That '57 DeSoto, fins like a shark (Woman: Stay put, you’ll only humiliate yourself) Left me in its dust, just a chrome-plated spark (Choir: Shoo-bop, hey) That '57 DeSoto, leaving its mark (Woman: Too slow, too proud, same old punchline) Those taillights burned out the whole damn dark (Choir: Shoo-bop, hey) That '57 DeSoto, a ghost in the dark (Woman: Keep chasing it, boy—see how that works out) County line a blur, and it tore me apart [Verse 2] I rolled into the diner, where the pie glass was sweating clear Coffee dark as a skid mark, and the clock kept missing a gear Asked the girl at the counter if she'd seen a face like that Blue nails, smoke on her sleeves, trouble cinched in the back Pencil in her hair, red mouth, bird inked on her wrist Pearl buttons half-buttoned, heel scuffs by the doorframe's edge I keep hitting every station, every stop sign, every bend Trying to find that sharp little shadow before she slips again [Chorus] (Choir: Shoo-bop, hey) That '57 DeSoto, fins like a shark (Woman: Stay put, you’ll only humiliate yourself) Left me in its dust, just a chrome-plated spark (Choir: Shoo-bop, hey) That '57 DeSoto, leaving its mark (Woman: Too slow, too proud, same old punchline) Those taillights burned out the whole damn dark (Choir: Shoo-bop, hey) That '57 DeSoto, a ghost in the dark (Woman: Keep chasing it, boy—see how that works out) County line a blur, and it tore me apart [Bridge] That machine was chrome, low-slung, and mean But she held the wheel like she'd done this in her sleep One red flash and she was gone in the heat And I'm just the last bad verse she left on repeat [Chorus] (Choir: Shoo-bop, hey) That '57 DeSoto, fins like a shark (Woman: Stay put, you’ll only humiliate yourself) Left me in its dust, just a chrome-plated spark (Choir: Shoo-bop, hey) That '57 DeSoto, leaving its mark (Woman: Too slow, too proud, same old punchline) Those taillights burned out the whole damn dark (Choir: Shoo-bop, hey) That '57 DeSoto, a ghost in the dark (Woman: Keep chasing it, boy—see how that works out) County line a blur, and it tore me apart [Outro] That out-of-state plate keeps spinning in my head I catch it in the chrome, in the jukebox hum, in red I'm still rolling, still asking every town I reach For that blonde in the little '57 DeSoto coupe, out of my reach.