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