Stole my first whisky kiss on the back of one
Heard my first country song through the dash of one
Made million's of memories between those two doors
Yeah I come from a long line of Chevys and Fords
Lots of beer cans and dolls broads abroad in the back
And mom always wanted a Cadillac
But that was a few dollars more, than what we could afford
So I come from a long line of Chevys and Fords
They were red, white and rusty
All bented up and dusty
They were sitting in that church parking lot
Every Sunday
Out in front of the bars you're parked under the stars
With a girl in your arms who don't want nothin' more
Than a guy from a long line of Chevys and Fords
After the Friday night lights were done
We'd pick up our girls and go ridin' on
We'd circle 'em up in a field of cut corn
'Cause we come from a long line of Chevys and Fords
They were red, white and rusty
All bented up and dusty
They were sitting in that church parking lot
Every Sunday
Out in front of the bars you're parked under the stars
With a girl in your arms who don't want nothin' more
Than a guy from a long line of Chevys and Fords
When they broke down we'd cuss 'em and kick em' sum
Then we'd haul them back home and we'd fix 'em up
Drive to town and grab another sixpack from the store
Yeah I come from a long line of
Red, white and rusty
All bented up and dusty
They were sitting in that church parking lot
Every Sunday
Out in front of the bars you're under the stars
With a girl in your arms who don't want nothin' more
Than a guy from a long line of Chevys and Fords
And on the day that I get called back home to the Lord
I bet there's a long line of Chevys and Fords
That's right
Chevys and Fords yeah
Thank you Lord for my Chevy and Ford
