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 A.C.
No FM,
And no regrets,
in my Chevette.
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.
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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 A.C.
No FM,
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