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
The winter cracked the highway And we tried to dodge the pot holes. 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
Seems like yesterday (seems like yesterday, seems like yesterday)
My chevette Yeah In my chevette Yeah I had no a.C. In my chevette Had window cranks In my chevette Had vinyl seats In my chevette In my chevette And no regrets In my chevette
Compositores: Robert Vaughn Herdman, William R Mc Ginniss, Mark Alan Stuart, Brian Mcsweeney ECAD: Obra #5672698