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.
No FM
And no regrets,
In my Chevette

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