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