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