Had a 327 and a four 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
Devon 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 the country road
And night moons on the stereo
The windows down and the smell of fresh cut hay
If that Chevy could talk
The stories she'd tell
About broken hearts and love and raising hell
Yeah it was summertime
And those were the days in my Chevrolet
Jenny was an angel
She was my first love
Steaming up the windows
And getting all tangled up
Stumble round in the darkness
Trying to find our way
Hey at the drive in movies
We parked way up at the back
I couldn't tell you what was playing
I didn't care nothing about that
And after that we hit the road
And parked down by the lake in my Chevrolet
Big yellow moon on the country road
And night moons on the stereo
The windows down and the smell of fresh cut hay
If that Chevy could talk
The stories she'd tell
About broken hearts and love and raising hell
Yeah it was summertime
And those were the days in my Chevrolet
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 oh yeah
We were rolling away