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 back seat   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 a.c.   and no FM   and no regrets   in my Chevette   yeah   in my chevette      The winter cracked the highway   and we tried to dodge the pot holes.   He never promised us it would be a gentle ride.   He never had a problem though,   keeping it on the narrow road.      no a.c.   and no FM   and no regrets   in my Chevette   yeah   in my chevette   yeah   in my Chevette   yeah   in my chevette      poor thing is up on blocks   but that car still   Rocks      seems like yesterday   (seems like yesterday, seems like yesterday)      my chevette   yeah   in my chevette   yeah   I had no a.c.   in my chevette   had window cranks   in my chevette   had vinyl seats   in my chevette   in my chevette   and no regrets   in my chevette