I had a 327 and a 4 on the floor It was Detroit built back in '64 Red bucket seats she was all mine, all mine Yeah, she was one of a kind Kevin called "shot gun" and the boys piled in We were young and we were innocent We were guilty as sin And every Friday night, we'd make our getaway In my Chevrolet
Big, yellow moon on a country road And "Night Moves" on the stereo The windows down and the smell of fresh cut hay, hey hey If that Chevy could talk, the stories she'd tell About broken hearts and love and raising hell Yeah, it was summertime Man those were the days In my Chevrolet
Now, Jenni was an angel, she was my first love Steaming up the windows and getting all tangled up Stumbling around in the darkness and trying to find our way, hey, hey At the drive-in movies parked way up in the back I couldn't tell you what was playing I didn't care nothing about that But after the show we'd hit the road and park down by the lake In my Chevrolet
Big, yellow moon on a country road And "Night Moves" on the stereo The windows down and the smell of fresh cut hay, hey hey If that Chevy could talk, the stories she'd tell About broken hearts and love and raising hell Yeah, it was summertime Man 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 In my Chevrolet We were rolling away In my Chevrolet Those were the days, yeah In my Chevrolet Whoa, yeah We were rolling away Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
