The Chevy and The Music

The Chevy And The Music

This fat old bastard wonders if… Today I say this might be it

As I forget what I just did… But remember the Chevy and the music

Back in the day sun or rain… We spent every night on a mile of main

The street that never changed… Where we could always find a race

I rode shotgun with Bobby… Stereo blaring in his 57 Chevy

He made good money at the factory… While I got a high school degree

 Bobby’s brother got out of the Army… He acted bona fide crazy

But he bought us everything… Beer, cigarettes, whiskey and weed

Bobby could throw a punch… More than once he ate someone’s lunch

Some nights we picked up wild ones… Drove up the canyon to get some

Some nights we raced up the canyon… Like we were running from someone

Listening to credence and zeppelin… Getting high and on speed adrenaline

When I left Bobby and his Chevy behind… For a wife and a new life

The mill and booze took his mind… The canyon and the Chevy took his life

I never went back to that mile of main… I’m pretty sure it’s all changed

Some nights I dream of Bobby’s face… Smiling as we won a race

This old fat bastard wonders if… Today I say this might be it

As I forget what I just did… But remember the Chevy and the music