About The Song
“455 Rocket” is a song written by Gillian Welch and David Rawlings, and recorded by American country music artist Kathy Mattea. It was released in January 1997 as the first single from the album Love Travels. The song reached number 21 on the Billboard Hot Country Singles & Tracks chart.
The song is about a woman who buys a used Oldsmobile with a powerful 455 V8 engine. Despite its flaws, which include a leaky roof and excessive noise, she enjoys racing and winning against local car enthusiasts. During one race, though, she skids on a curve and crashes through a guardrail; although she is unhurt, the car is badly damaged and has to be towed away.
Mattea noted of the song that the band recorded several takes, but decided to keep the first one because “no one thought they were being recorded, and everyone was just playing with abandon.” She also noted that due to the nature of the recording, session musician Jim Keltner can be heard dropping his drumsticks at the end of the song and laughing.
Billboard magazine gave the song a mixed review, saying that it was “cleverly written” but that “neither Mattea’s vocal energy nor the production pace infuses the song with the sass and sizzle the lyric suggests.”
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Lyrics
Mr. Smith had an oldsmobile
Baby blue with them wire wheels
I took her home the day that she was adverstised
He said she leaked when, it would rain
And sounded like an aeroplane
But I knew she was a jewel in disguise
She had a 455 Rocket
The biggest block alive
I couldn’t hardly wait just to take my turn
She was made for the straight aways
She grew up hating Chevrolets
She’s a Rocket, she was made to burn
Whose junkpile piece of Chevelle is this?
You boys come here to race or just kiss?
Don’t you wanna know what I got underneath my hood?
I know she might sound like she’s missing
But buddy, she could teach you a lesson
In just a quater mile, and I’ll smoke you good
In my 455 Rocket
The kind the police drive
I couldn’t hardly wait just to take my turn
She was made for the straight aways
She grew up hating Chevrolets
She’s a Rocket, she was made to burn
I’m telling you and I ain’t ashamed
I cried when that wrecker came
As we skid I thought I heard the angels sing
(Sounded like the Beach Boys)
We hit the curve and began to sail
Took out most of the safety rail
Even the cop asked me
“Man, what’d you have in that thing?”
I had a 455 Rocket
The very kind you drive
You oughta watch yourself when you take that turn
‘Cause she was made for the straight aways
She grew up hating Chevrolets
She’s a Rocket, she was made to burn
Lord, she’s a Rocket she was made to burn