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 backseat
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 AC 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 AC and no FM
And no regrets
In my Chevette, yeah
In my Chevette, yeah
In my Chevette, yeah
In my Chevette
Both the head's is upon blocks
But that car still runs
Seems like yesterday
My Chevette, yeah
In my Chevette, yeah
I know it's insane
In my Chevette
I will not cross
In my Chevette
I'll drive at six
In my Chevette
In my Chevette
I know this
In my Chevette
In my Chevette
In my Chevette
In my Chevette