Ford Runs Better Than Your Chevy

[Verse 1]
You pulled up smilin' in that bowtie chrome
Talkin' like you’re king of the backroad throne
But every time you brag
That thing breaks down
While my blue oval just keeps rollin' around
[Chorus]
Ford runs better than your Chevy
Haulin' more heart
Pullin' more heavy
From the farm lot mud
To the red clay levee
You can talk that talk
But you still ain’t ready
‘Cause a Ford runs better
Ford runs better than your Chevy (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
You’re stuck spinnin’ tires at the county fair
I’m leanin’ on my tailgate
Lawn chair stare
You pop that hood
I just turn my key
You’re callin’ for a tow
I’m headed to the creek
[Chorus]
Ford runs better than your Chevy
Haulin' more heart
Pullin' more heavy
From the farm lot mud
To the red clay levee
You can talk that talk
But you still ain’t ready
‘Cause a Ford runs better
Ford runs better than your Chevy (hey!)
[Bridge]
You got lift kits
Lights
All that shine on steel
I got miles
And miles
Of the real-deal feel
When the dust kicks up
And the night turns late
Guess who’s still rollin’
Through the old farm gate
[Chorus]
Ford runs better than your Chevy
Haulin' more heart
Pullin' more heavy
From the farm lot mud
To the red clay levee
You can talk that talk
But you still ain’t ready
‘Cause a Ford runs better
Ford runs better than your Chevy
Ford runs better
Ford runs better than your Chevy

Upbeat modern country-rock with twangy electric guitars, steady driving kick, and male vocals. Verses stay tight and storytelling; chorus lifts with stacked gang vocals on the hook, big open chords, and a singalong tail. Light organ pad in the back, snare snaps on 2 and 4, playful ad-libs and stop-time hits before the last hook.