Chevys and Fords

Stole my first whisky kiss on the back of one Heard my first country song through the dash of one Made million's of memories between those two doors Yeah I come from a long line of Chevys and Fords Lots of beer cans and dolls broads abroad in the back And mom always wanted a Cadillac But that was a few dollars more, than what we could afford So I come from a long line of Chevys and Fords They were red, white and rusty All bented up and dusty They were sitting in that church parking lot Every Sunday Out in front of the bars you're parked under the stars With a girl in your arms who don't want nothin' more Than a guy from a long line of Chevys and Fords After the Friday night lights were done We'd pick up our girls and go ridin' on We'd circle 'em up in a field of cut corn 'Cause we come from a long line of Chevys and Fords They were red, white and rusty All bented up and dusty They were sitting in that church parking lot Every Sunday Out in front of the bars you're parked under the stars With a girl in your arms who don't want nothin' more Than a guy from a long line of Chevys and Fords When they broke down we'd cuss 'em and kick em' sum Then we'd haul them back home and we'd fix 'em up Drive to town and grab another sixpack from the store Yeah I come from a long line of Red, white and rusty All bented up and dusty They were sitting in that church parking lot Every Sunday Out in front of the bars you're under the stars With a girl in your arms who don't want nothin' more Than a guy from a long line of Chevys and Fords And on the day that I get called back home to the Lord I bet there's a long line of Chevys and Fords That's right Chevys and Fords yeah Thank you Lord for my Chevy and Ford