Chrome - Trace Adkins

Chrome

She can see herself in the shiny grill and the wire wheels

Of a red Chevelle, with four on the floor and the top down

Chrome

Zippin' by on an Electra Glide with dual tailpipes doin' 105

In the broad daylight, on a two-lane headin' out to town

Forget pink and purple paisleys

Little mellow-yellow daisies

Ain’t no pot of gold, in her rainbow

Her favorite color is chrome

Chrome

She got her leg up high on the bumper of my big black Mack truck

With a smoke stack pointed towards the sky, and mud flaps, you know the kind

Chrome

I said hey little girl you sure look nice, do you wanna ride

I won’t bite, she climbs inside, says hell no, I wanna drive

Forget pink and purple paisleys

Little mellow-yellow daisies

Ain’t no pot of gold, in her rainbow

Her favorite color is chrome

It’s chrome alright shiny, nice polished

Chrome, chrome

Forget pink and purple paisleys

Little mellow-yellow daisies

Ain’t no pot of gold, in her rainbow

Her favorite color is chrome

Her favorite color is chrome

That girl is all about chrome

She sure loves chrome