My Chevrolet

I had a 327 and a 4 on the floorIt was Detroit built back in '64Red bucket seats she was all mine, all mineYeah, she was one of a kindKevin called "shot gun" and the boys piled inWe were young and we were innocentWe were guilty as sinAnd every Friday night, we'd make our getawayIn my ChevroletBig, yellow moon on a country roadAnd "Night Moves" on the stereoThe windows down and the smell of fresh cut hay, hey heyIf that Chevy could talk, the stories she'd tellAbout broken hearts and love and raising hellYeah, it was summertimeMan those were the daysIn my ChevroletNow, Jenni was an angel, she was my first loveSteaming up the windows and getting all tangled upStumbling around in the darkness and trying to find our way, hey, heyAt the drive-in movies parked way up in the backI couldn't tell you what was playingI didn't care nothing about thatBut after the show we'd hit the road and park down by the lakeIn my ChevroletBig, yellow moon on a country roadAnd "Night Moves" on the stereoThe windows down and the smell of fresh cut hay, hey heyIf that Chevy could talk, the stories she'd tellAbout broken hearts and love and raising hellYeah, it was summertimeMan those were the daysIn my ChevroletMay 28th, graduation dayWe set out to see the USAWe got as far as Smith Mountain LakeYeah, but that's okayIn my ChevroletIn my ChevroletWe were rolling awayIn my ChevroletThose were the days, yeahIn my ChevroletWhoa, yeahWe were rolling away