And every Friday night we'd make our get away in my Chevrolet
Stumbling round in the darkness trying to find our way, hey, hey

Oh yeah, in my Chevrolet
Yeah, she was one of a kind
May 28th, graduation day we set out to see the USA

Kevin called shot gun and the boys piled in

Those were the days, yeah, in my Chevrolet
Oh, oh yeah, we were rolling away
If that Chevy could talk the stories she'd tell
Oh yeah
Red bucket seats, she was mine all mine
The windows down and the smell of fresh cut hay, hey, hey
Big yellow moon on a country road and night moves on the stereo
Yeah, Jenny was an angel, she was my first love
But after that we'd hit the road
Yeah, it was summertime, man those were the days 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
If that Chevy could talk the stories she'd tell
Yeah, it was summertime, man those were the days in my Chevrolet
The windows down and the smell of fresh cut hay, hey, hey
About broken hearts and love and raising hell

And parked down by the lake in my Chevrolet
Steaming up the windows and getting all tangled up
Yeah, but that's okay in my Chevrolet
Big yellow moon on a country road and night moves on the stereo

We were rolling away in my Chevrolet
We were young, we were innocent, we were guilty as sin
At the drive-in movies, parked way up at the back