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Phil Vassar Prayer Of A Common Man My Chevrolet Had a 327 and a four 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 Devon 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 [Chorus] big yellow moon on the country road and night moons on the stereo the windows down and the smell of fresh cut hay if that Chevy could talk the stories she'd tell about broken hearts and love and raising hell yeah it was summertime and those were the days in my Chevrolet. Jenny was an angel, she was my first love steaming up the windows and getting all tangled up stumble round in the darkness trying to find our way hey, at the drive in movies we parked way up at the back i couldn't tell you what was playing i didn't care nothing about that and after that we hit the road and parked down by the lake in my Chevrolet. [Chorus] 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, oh yeah We were rolling away. |
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