Chevy Nova

It was brand new way back in '73
 It was thirdhand when it got passed down to me
 Had a crack in the windshield, but, man, it ran like a top
 And had a Kenwood deck and some Alpine speakers
 Sittin' up behind the wheel, Lord, I never felt freer
 They could hear me comin' from a mile away in that high school parking lot
 Well, turnin' up Springsteen and the best of Waylon
 When you're sixteen, you gotta earn that bad reputation
 Blew some smoke, left some marks, ran some lights, drove it like it was stolen
 And every mile made a mеmory, foot heavy on that Chevy Nova
 Parked in a fiеld on the outskirts of town
 With a girl I knew that grew up four doors down
 We were making out, making moves in the moonlight
 Fog on the glass, t-shirt hangin' on the rearview
 Fallin' fast, flirtin' with her curfew
 I took curves on two wheels tryna get her home by midnight
 Turnin' up Springsteen and the best of Waylon
 When you're sixteen, you gotta earn that bad reputation
 Blew some smoke, left some marks, ran some lights, drove it like it was stolen
 Every mile made a memory, foot heavy on that Chevy Nova
 If that car could've talked, it would've done me in
 With stories of the old times, oh, back then
 All the beers I drank and the innocence lost
 Chances I took, it was there for it all
 Turnin' up Springsteen and the best of Waylon
 When you're sixteen, you gotta earn that bad reputation
 Blew some smoke, left some marks, ran some lights, drove it like it was stolen
 Every mile made a memory, foot heavy on that Chevy Nova
 Every mile made a memory, foot heavy on that Chevy Nova
 Chevy Nova