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