At the drive-in movies, parked way up at the back
Big yellow moon on a country road and night moves on the stereo
Steaming up the windows and getting all tangled up
But after that we'd hit the road
Stumbling round in the darkness trying to find our way, hey, hey
Yeah, Jenny was an angel, she was my first love
We were young, we were innocent, we were guilty as sin
And parked down by the lake in my Chevrolet
Oh yeah
May 28th, graduation day we set out to see the USA
About broken hearts and love and raising hell
And every Friday night we'd make our get away in my Chevrolet
The windows down and the smell of fresh cut hay, hey, hey
Yeah, but that's okay in my Chevrolet
We got as far as Smith Mountain Lake
I couldn't tell you what was playing, I didn't care nothing about that
About broken hearts and love and raising hell
The windows down and the smell of fresh cut hay, hey, hey
Red bucket seats, she was mine all mine
Yeah, it was summertime, man those were the days in my Chevrolet
Yeah, it was summertime, man those were the days in my Chevrolet
If that Chevy could talk the stories she'd tell
We were rolling away in my Chevrolet
If that Chevy could talk the stories she'd tell
Oh yeah, in my Chevrolet
Big yellow moon on a country road and night moves on the stereo
Kevin called shot gun and the boys piled in
Yeah, she was one of a kind
Those were the days, yeah, in my Chevrolet
