65 Chevy (EM Version) Lyrics

Put it on the back burner

Keep it in the back with a highball glass

Let it linger

That stinger

Like that old folk singer

Drinking at a table dressed in black

And your 18th birthday

Fell on a Monday

While your mom was sitting by the pool

Nervous

And anxious

Waiting for you to come on home

Let me know

And that 65 chevy

You crashed on the highway

While your mom was sitting by the phone

Nervous and anxious

Waiting for you to come on home

Let me know

And your 18th birthday

It fell on a Monday

And you made out with a girl behind the pool

It was summer

And you loved her

And you said you'd never leave her

But when she broke your heart you spoke

You said

Life is just a dating game a waiting game

A mating game

But damn I wish that it all would end

I could screw her every day

But she would never stay

I think I'd be better off dead

We are gold

We are all growing old

We are calm and repose

Bleeding in the snow

Damn cold knuckles and

Frost between our toes

We are new and used

And used the abuse

We are all gold

And I am too