Midnight Chevy on a road to a levy, on a road to a levy we'd fly
Empty Coke bottles on the floorboard rattling the door on the passenger side
Blonde haired beauty with a teenage dream, gonna leave these crickets behind
Chirping in the dark, gonna be a big star in the California sunshine
Funny how the years keep rolling and some things never change
Except the miles on my dash and the price of gasoline
Yeah, but this old Silverado still runs like a top
And I can't shake her memory like a driveway oil spot
On my mind
On my mind
How a pretty poem found a rough knuckle guy, found a rough knuckle guy like me
It's probably more to do with the fish in this pond than the fish in the deep blue sea
But out there in the great wide open of the ocean is where she was always gonna swim
And I was always gonna stick around this town, scraping my knuckles
Ain't it funny how the years keep rolling and some things never change
Except the miles on my dash and the price of gasoline
Yeah, but this old Silverado still runs like a top
I can't shake her memory like a driveway oil spot
On my mind
Ooooh, on my mind
Ain't it funny how the years keep rolling and some things never change
Except the miles on my dash and the price of gasoline
Yeah, but this old Silverado still runs like a top
And I can't shake her memory like a driveway oil spot
On my mind
Ooooh, on my mind, yeah
On my mind
Oh oh oh oh, on my mind