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