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My Chevrolet Lyrics - Prayer Of A Common Man - Phil Vassar

It had a 327 and a 4 on the floor 

It was Detroit built back in '64 

Red bucket seats, she was mine all mine 

Yeah, she was one of a kind 

 

Kevin called shot gun and the boys piled in 

We were young, we were innocent, we were guilty as sin 

And every Friday night we'd make our get away 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 

 

Yeah, Jenny was an angel, she was my first love 

Steaming up the windows and getting all tangled up 

Stumbling round in the darkness trying to find our way, hey, hey 

 

At the drive-in movies, parked way up at the back 

I couldn't tell you what was playing, I didn't care nothing about that 

But after that we'd hit the road 

And parked 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 

Oh yeah 

 

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 

 

Oh yeah, in my Chevrolet 

We were rolling away in my Chevrolet 

Those were the days, yeah, in my Chevrolet 

Oh, oh yeah, we were rolling away 

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