I was just out of the service thumbing through the classifieds

when an ad that said old chevy some how caught my eye

the lady didn't know the year or even if it ran

but I had that thousand dollars in my hand



It was way back in the corner of this old ramshackle barn

thirty years of dust and dirt on that green army tarp

when I pulled the cover off it took away my breath

what she'd called a Chevy was a sixty six corvette

I felt a little guilty as I counted out the bills

but what a thrill I got when I sat behind the wheel

I opened up the glove box and that's when I found the note

the date was nineteen sixty six and this is what he wrote



(chorus) He said my name is Pvt. Andrew Malone

if you're reading this then I didn't make it home

but for every dream that's shattered another one comes true

this car was once a dream of mine now it belongs to you

and though you may take her and make her your own

you'll always be riding with Pvt. Malone



Well it didn't take me long at all I had her running good

I love to hear those horses thunder underneath her hood

I had her shining like a diamond and I'd put the rag top down

all the pretty girls would stop and stare as I drove her through town

the buttons on the radio didn't seem to work quite right

but it picked up that oldie show especially late at night

I'd get the feeling sometimes if I turned real quick I'd see

a soldier riding shotgun in the seat righ