’53 Chevy

I can remember in much different times,

gas not much more than a few of dimes.

I could cruise Main for a dollar or so,

my girl sittin’ close and I was her beau.

Music was blasting out of my dash,

not really worried about my lack of cash.

Life was real good just drivin’ around,

up to one end then back to downtown.

My arm around her – one hand on the wheel,

first base back then and quite a big deal.

Summers were best with all windows down,

greeting our friends all around town.

That girl was a babe but it didn’t last,

she’s just a part of my tender past.

Wondering if her thoughts are now heavy,

with time we both spent in my ’53 Chevy?

 

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