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

Chorus:
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.