Chevette

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.

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.

No A.C.
and No FM,
And no regrets,
in my Chevette.

Yea, in my Chevette
Yea, in my Chevette
Yea, in my Chevette

Now it is up on blocks,
but that car still rocks

My Chevette
In my Chevette