I had a 327 and a 4 on the floor
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It was Detroit built back in '64
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Red bucket seats she was mine, all mine
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Yeah, was one of a kind
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Kevin called "shot gun" and the boys piled in
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We were young and we were innocent, we were guilty as sin
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And every Friday night, we'd make our getaway
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In my Chevrolet
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Chorus:
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Big, yellow moon on a country road
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And "Night Moves" on the stereo
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The windows down and the smell of fresh cut hay, hey, hey
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If that Chevy could talk, the stories she'd tell
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About broken hearts and love and raising hell
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Yeah, it was summertime
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Man those were the days
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in my Chevrolet
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Now, Jenni was an angel, she was my first love
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Steaming up the windows and getting all tangled up
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Stumbling around in the darkness and trying to find our way, hey, hey
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At the drive-in movies, parked way up in the back
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I couldn't tell you what was playin, I didn't care nothing about that
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But after the sho, we'd hit the road and park down by the lake
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In my Chevrolet
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Chorus:
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Big, yellow moon on a country road
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And "Night Moves" on the stereo
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The windows down and the smell of fresh cut hay, hey, hey
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If that Chevy could talk, the stories she'd tell
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About broken hearts and love and raising hell
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Yeah, it was summertime
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Man those were the days
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in my Chevrolet
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May 28th, graduation day
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We set out to see the U.S.A
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We got as far as Smith Mountain Lake
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Yeah, but that's okay
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In my Chevrolet
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In my Chevrolet
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We were rolling away
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In my Chevrolet
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Those were the days, yeah
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In my Chevrolet
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Whoa, yeah
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We were rolling away
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My Chevrolet
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Phil Vassar |