Twenty years ago I watched in awe as my dad drove up the driveway
More than proud to have a brand new family car
Thirty miles to the gallon, 0 to 60, sometimes
I remember putting down the back seat and lying in the hatchback
Looking at the sky watching trees go by
I was the son of a preacher, and he was a rich poor man
NO AC, NO FM
AND NO REGRETS
IN MY CHEVETTE
IN MY CHEVETTE
The winter cracked the highway and we tried to dodge the potholes
He never promised us it would be a gentle ride
He never had a problem though, keeping it on the narrow road
Old thing is up on blocks
But that car still rocks
