Twenty years ago I watched in awe As my dad drove up the driveway More than 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 AC and no FM And no regrets In my Chevette Yeah In my Chevette Yeah 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 No AC and no FM And no regrets In my Chevette Yeah In my Chevette Yeah In my Chevette Yeah In my Chevette Poor thing is up on blocks But that car still rocks My Chevette Yeah In my Chevette Yeah I had no AC In my Chevette Had window cranks In my Chevette I had no seats In my Chevette In my Chevette Had no regrets In my Chevette