Rocca And The Midnight Drive

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Written by Bobbie Sue Revels November 28, 2025

For my good friend Rocca. Not much if anything we wouldn’t do for each other.

(Verse 1)
Me and Rocca rolled out just past midnight,
Full tank, full trouble, moon barely in sight.
Heard my man been slippin’, playin’ two towns wide,
So we took a little cruise with justice inside.
Found him struttin’ round like he owned the floor,
Fresh-pressed shirt he ain’t never wore.
Rocca tipped her hat with that “girl, let’s go” grin—
Said, “Come on, sweetheart… climb on in.”
(Pre-Chorus)
He peeked toward the back when the door cracked slow,
Knew real quick it was time to lay low.
Rocca said, “Don’t fuss — it’s a simple show,”
But the way he gulped said he already know.
(Chorus)
We loaded up a little midnight cargo,
Gave him room to think real slow.
Tucked away cozy with that silver hush glow—
Funny how quiet a man can go.
Set him out gentle where the gravel meets clay,
No town lights here, just the night’s black sway.
No harm done — just a giggle and a fright,
Me and Rocca givin’ cheaters their night.
(Verse 2)
Now me and Rocca? We were smokin’ cigars,
Sippin’ cheap whiskey under busted stars.
Windows down, music loud, laughing like sin,
While our special guest settled right on in.
He tried speakin’ up through that “hush now” shine,
But Rocca said, “Sweetheart, your turn’s behind.”
We called it a spa day — real quiet retreat,
Premium back-row service for a man who cheats.
(Pre-Chorus 2)
Rocca tapped the dash, said, “Girl, let him stew,”
“Night like this clears a conscience or two.”
He nodded soft from his storage nook,
Learning more on that road than he ever read in a book.
(Chorus)
We loaded up a little midnight cargo,
Gave him room to think real slow.
Tucked away cozy with that silver hush glow—
Funny how quiet a man can go.
Set him out gentle where the gravel meets clay,
No town lights here, just the night’s black sway.
No harm done — just a giggle and a fright,
Me and Rocca givin’ cheaters their night.
(Bridge)
Now he’s back in town with a brand-new tone,
Talkin’ real soft on the telephone.
Folks ask why he jumps when the breeze turns cold—
I say, “That’s what happens when the truth gets told.”
(Outro – Larry Version)
We said, “Alright now Larry, go on your way—
Town’s only twenty miles, you’ll get there by day.”
He shuffled off slow in that pitch-black night,
Looked like a lesson wanderin’ out of sight.
So if your man forgets what real love’s about,
Call me and Rocca — we’ll help him out,
With a midnight cargo and a long, quiet roam…
Enough fresh air to walk himself home.
Go on Larry Giddy up now!

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My name is Bobbie Sue Revels, Many years ago my mother encouraged me to write books, poetry and songs. She told me , I had the gift of words. There are many writings , songs and writings on paper. Maybe time for me to put them .. put them where? Well, this looks like a good place to me.. How 'bout you mom? Mom? Oh, there you are ! Between the letters of my words. Silly mom. Bobbie Sue Revels was born and raised in Texas, where gospel and grit were part of everyday life. Hauled to church every time the doors opened by her strict, God-fearing aunts, gospel took root in her early. But outside those church walls, she raised herself on Mama’s country music, Daddy’s old river ballads, and a stack of Motown records that taught her soul, rhythm, and truth. As the years rolled on, the Beatles, the Monkees, loud guitars, and rock riffs came blasting through tin-can speakers, mixed right in with the funny songs that always seemed to show up when she needed them most. Comedy hooked her young—Red Skelton, Fred Savage, Richard Pryor, Drunk Dean Martin and a whole cast of characters shaped her sense of humor and her storytelling long before she ever wrote a line. She wrote her first poem at eight years old. Her mama used to tell her she needed to write a book. “Well, Mama,” she says now, “I didn’t write a book—but I wrote everything else.” Bobbie Sue has never claimed to be a polished or proper writer. She wasn’t meant to be. She writes the way she lives—raw, real, unfiltered, and straight from the gut. She doesn’t shape her words around what people think, because the truth loses its power the moment you try to please folks. Life brought six children, each adding their own music, writings, chaos, humor, and heart. Life brought stories too wild to make up, heartbreak that scars deep, and moments that settle into your bones—and she turned a lot of it into writing. She has always been influenced by strong, soulful women—the kind whose laughter fills a room, whose wisdom is earned through hardship, and whose resilience shaped her own humor and storytelling. Their spirit still echoes in her work. Today, Bobbie Sue Revels is a Lyricist and Director of Music—shaping not only the words, but the emotion, pacing, tone, and full musical direction behind every piece she creates. She guides the feel, the flow, the atmosphere, and the heart of each song, ensuring the music matches the truth in her writing. She doesn’t perform the songs herself; instead, she builds them from the ground up—crafting the story, directing the musical mood and creating songs that carry the life she has lived. Her writing is fearless. Her vision is intentional. Her songs feel real because that’s exactly where they come from. Bobbie Sue Revels isn’t chasing fame—she’s chasing truth. And if her work hits you hard… that’s exactly how she meant it to. All contents of original writings within are copyrighted and solely created and all rights owned by Bobbie Sue Revels.