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