Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Chevrolet, artist - Phil Vassar.
Date of issue: 01.06.2008
Song language: English
My Chevrolet |
I had a 327 and a 4 on the floor |
It was Detroit built back in '64 |
Red bucket seats she was all mine, all mine |
Yeah, she was one of a kind |
Kevin called «shot gun» and the boys piled in |
We were young and we were innocent |
We were guilty as sin |
And every Friday night, we’d make our getaway |
In my Chevrolet |
Big, yellow moon on a country road |
And «Night Moves» on the stereo |
The windows down and the smell of fresh cut hay, hey hey |
If that Chevy could talk, the stories she’d tell |
About broken hearts and love and raising hell |
Yeah, it was summertime |
Man those were the days |
In my Chevrolet |
Now, Jenni was an angel, she was my first love |
Steaming up the windows and getting all tangled up |
Stumbling around in the darkness and trying to find our way, hey, hey |
At the drive-in movies parked way up in the back |
I couldn’t tell you what was playing |
I didn’t care nothing about that |
But after the show we’d hit the road and park down by the lake |
In my Chevrolet |
Big, yellow moon on a country road |
And «Night Moves» on the stereo |
The windows down and the smell of fresh cut hay, hey hey |
If that Chevy could talk, the stories she’d tell |
About broken hearts and love and raising hell |
Yeah, it was summertime |
Man those were the days |
In my Chevrolet |
May 28th, graduation day |
We set out to see the USA |
We got as far as Smith Mountain Lake |
Yeah, but that’s okay |
In my Chevrolet |
In my Chevrolet |
We were rolling away |
In my Chevrolet |
Those were the days, yeah |
In my Chevrolet |
Whoa, yeah |
We were rolling away |