Ragtop Chevrolet (L) (Live) Lyrics

He's not much into possessions

Out of step and out of touch

Lifestyles of the rich and famous

Don't impress him very much

He has sufficient for his needs

Good tires on the rim

His only passion is the road

Moving quickly under him

He held onto the American Dream

But it somehow slipped away

He's searching for the lost remains

In his ragtop Chevrolet

Timeless lines of steel and chrome

With an S.S. three ninety-six host

The smell of the clutch as gear shift down

Winding up the Oregon coast

He hopes for a good tomorrow

It's where you're going, not where you've been

A tank of gas and a bite to eat

And he's

Back on the road again

He's living what someone else might dream

And he's doing it all today

His life is seen through the windshield of

His ragtop Chevrolet

Like a California evening

Where the streets all come alive

Cruising down some less-traveled byway

Holding at sixty five

Top down, flaps up, music cranked

Ain't nothing he's going to miss

Wind racing through his mind

Doesn't get any better than this

He hits mach one with no effect

Shifting gears like child's play

And he's gliding down the highway in

His ragtop Chevrolet