When a Ford Man Turns to Chevy

When a Ford man turns to Chevy
An angel gets its wings
And the babies they won't never cry no more
There won't be no worries
And no need for triple-A
When a Ford man turns to Chevrolet

But oh oh put your hands on the wheel
And tell me, buddy, just how does that feel
Heaven's hands are gonna lift you up
When you're flying down the road in your pickup truck
The good Lord's one and only chariot

When a Ford man turns to Chevy
The anger will subside
And all that will be left will be
Tires, muscle, and pride