Oil Spot

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

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

Ooh, 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

Ooh, on my mind, yeah

On my mind

Oh, on my mind