Chevette

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 A.C
And no FM
And no regrets
In my Chevette, yeah
In my Chevette, yeah

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

No A.C
And no FM
And no regrets
In my Chevette, yeah
In my Chevette, yeah
In my Chevette, yeah
In my Chevette

Poor thing is up on blocks
But that car still rocks
It seems like yesterday

In my Chevette, yeah
In my Chevette, yeah
Window seat
In my Chevette, yeah
Window cranks
In my Chevette
And vinyl seats
In my Chevette
In my Chevette
In my Chevette