Lyrics

Déjà Blues
Words and Music by: Thom Farrar

Well, I was crusin' down southbound 55
When I saw a sleek little lady that caught my eye
So I started to pass her to catch a glimpse inside
But like a bat out of hell, she drove off and left me behind

Chorus
She was lean and mean
The '57 Chevy I mean
Oh, I couldn't care less who the driver was
Even though that woman really could drive

I turned off the freeway to see where the lady had gone
About a mile ahead, I seen her turn her headlights on
She was headed on uptown, downtown... anywhere her wheels could be found
Now I'm feeling it too, from driving all night long

Chorus

Bridge
Come on ladies, don't get me wrong
Come on fellas, y'all know what I mean
If it's hardtop, ragtop, chromed out and loaded dream machine
If I'm in the doghouse y'all know where I'll be

Lead

Final Chorus
She was lean and mean
The '57 Chevy I mean
No, I couldn't care less who the driver was
Even though that woman really could drive
I said "Lord, that woman really could drive"
All I'm saying is Lord, that woman's really good ride

Copyright © 2006 Thom Farrar Music (BMI)