A5                     D5
It goes real fast, but it sure feels good
   A5                     D5
It goes real fast, but it sure feels good
   A5                     D5
It goes real fast, but it sure feels good
         A5
It feels good

A5     C5      G5
Born a bastard child
  E5               A5
Nobody knows whose son
       C5           G5
on the old Chisholm Trail
E5                    A5
  and he continues to run
        C5  G5
She's a '32 Ford
E5                  A5
chopped five window Coup
          C5
Chevrolet mill really
G5               E5
Really stirs the soup

            A5                D5
Turn up the bass, turn up the treble
A5               D5
Texas rockabilly rebel
            A5                D5
Turn up the bass, turn up the treble
A5               D5
Texas rockabilly rebel


It goes real fast, but it sure feels good...


When everyone said early on
they had lost the fight
Deep down inside they knew
knew they had the might

Like Harold Dawson, Mouser King
Too many more to say
Wide whitewall wheels gonna
Gonna blow you away


Turn up the bass, turn up the treble...


It goes real fast, but it sure feels good...

Feels good – Go


(Solo)


It goes real fast, but it sure feels good...


When we fire that motor
It goes rat-at-at-at-at
Like a Texas guitar slinger
Or a snare drum that is fat

It is gray and it's red
In memory of the dead
Her builder Treadmill Vern is
Sick in the head