Twenty years ago I watched in awe
As my dad drove up the driveway
More that 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.
Writer(s): Mark Stuart, Will Mcginniss, Bob Herdman, Brian Mcsweeney
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