my Chevette I will not cross In my Chevette I'll drive at six In my Chevette In my Chevette I know this In my Chevette In my Chevette In my Chevette
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
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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
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
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
