Lyrics:

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