Camaro

His hands were always covered in grease

Just a blue-collared dad, just as tough as he could be

Always strong and steady

Man, he loved those Chevy’s

Mama shook her head when he towed it home

Just a bucket of rust with some metal-bright chrome

But I learned to turn a wrench

And we polished every inch

’Til it shined like olympic gold

There was nothing like the feeling when we finally got it running

And my old man said “let’s take it for a spin”

I was shifting gears and burning gas

My heart was racing, learning fast

On a two-lane blacktop

Set to the backdrop

Of a county road

There was something ‘bout the ride that made me a man

Maybe it was how she felt in my hands

Or the song that was playing through the static on the AM radio

Yeah, there’s something ‘bout 16

In a ’69 Camaro

Her hand was making waves in the wind

With the windows rolled down, summer sun settin’ in

We were two young kids both goin’

Somewhere we had never been

We kept the engine runnin’ on that dead end street

We were trying our luck, breaking in the backseat

We were shifting gears and burning gas

My heart was racing, learning fast

On a two-lane blacktop

Set to the backdrop

Of a county road

There was something ‘bout the ride that made me a man

Maybe it was how she felt in my hands

Or the song that was playing through the static on the AM radio

Yeah, there’s something ‘bout 16

In a ’69 Camaro

Good things come and good things go

Faster than we’ll ever know

There’s something ‘bout ’69 you always want back

Like that girl, that car, and my dad

I was shifting gears and burning gas

My heart was racing, learning fast

On a two-lane blacktop

Set to the backdrop

Of a county road

There was something ‘bout the ride that made me a man

Maybe it was how she felt in my hands

Or the song that was playing through the static on the AM radio

Yeah, there’s something ‘bout 16

In a ’69 Camaro