Driving my ’50 Chevrolet
Driving my ’50 Chevrolet, reminds me of yesterday
Eighteen years is a golden age, happy go lucky filled many a page
Out of school but in the Air Force, I earned good money and set my course
Passing by a Lake Street lot, her grey metal finish made her look hot
A four-door gem with plenty of chrome, I knew that she was ready to roam
To the dealer I made my plea, he said: “come back tomorrow and we will see”
Seven hundred dollars was all he could do, I said: “dear dealer, I’ll work for you”
For thirty day I cleaned his cars: waxed the hoods and removed the mars
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Driving my ’50 Chevrolet, reminds me of yesterday
Then at last she was mine, my Dad said: “son you did fine!”
I gassed her up and headed for Missouri, cruised along without a hurry
My friends admired her low rear-end, white fender skirts did not offend
On the weekends I purred into town, showing everyone that I was still around
Made me a friend of the opposite gender, she liked her lines and liked skirted fender
The drive-inn movie she liked go, just to see a picture show
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Driving my ’50 Chevrolet, reminds me of yesterday
One day I got an order, I reported to the commander’s headquarter
They told me my time in Missouri was through; off to France we’re sending you
I drove her home and left her with Dad, to me this day is still very sad
“Don’t worry son I’ll give her good care, I’ll put on a few miles but not much ware’
While I was gone Dad died, for many a week I cried and cried
* * * *
Driving my ’50 Chevrolet, reminds me of yesterday
Time in Europe passed quickly by, then one day to my home I would fly
My heart beat fast as my hour finally had come; I opened the door and fell back dumb
My Chevy was gone without a trace, It was a car that I could not replace
Dad drove her to work and lost her for good, he went into a hole up to her hood
Many a car has come my way, but not one could replace that old Chevrolet
Now in old age I still give her a spin, traveling down highways were once I had been
So if you still love me and think of the past, think of my Chevy and the memories that she cast
The Professor
Driving my ’50 Chevrolet, reminds me of yesterday
Eighteen years is a golden age, happy go lucky filled many a page
Out of school but in the Air Force, I earned good money and set my course
Passing by a Lake Street lot, her grey metal finish made her look hot
A four-door gem with plenty of chrome, I knew that she was ready to roam
To the dealer I made my plea, he said: “come back tomorrow and we will see”
Seven hundred dollars was all he could do, I said: “dear dealer, I’ll work for you”
For thirty day I cleaned his cars: waxed the hoods and removed the mars
* * * *
Driving my ’50 Chevrolet, reminds me of yesterday
Then at last she was mine, my Dad said: “son you did fine!”
I gassed her up and headed for Missouri, cruised along without a hurry
My friends admired her low rear-end, white fender skirts did not offend
On the weekends I purred into town, showing everyone that I was still around
Made me a friend of the opposite gender, she liked her lines and liked skirted fender
The drive-inn movie she liked go, just to see a picture show
* * * *
Driving my ’50 Chevrolet, reminds me of yesterday
One day I got an order, I reported to the commander’s headquarter
They told me my time in Missouri was through; off to France we’re sending you
I drove her home and left her with Dad, to me this day is still very sad
“Don’t worry son I’ll give her good care, I’ll put on a few miles but not much ware’
While I was gone Dad died, for many a week I cried and cried
* * * *
Driving my ’50 Chevrolet, reminds me of yesterday
Time in Europe passed quickly by, then one day to my home I would fly
My heart beat fast as my hour finally had come; I opened the door and fell back dumb
My Chevy was gone without a trace, It was a car that I could not replace
Dad drove her to work and lost her for good, he went into a hole up to her hood
Many a car has come my way, but not one could replace that old Chevrolet
Now in old age I still give her a spin, traveling down highways were once I had been
So if you still love me and think of the past, think of my Chevy and the memories that she cast
The Professor