My ’72 Cheyenne truck And ’85 Camaro
My Cheyenne truck was blue
And she carried me away
With her aluminum rims
And player for eight-track tapes
She had a lot of chrome
And a custom steering wheel
And carpet on the floor
And in general great appeal
I liked to go up town
Where others could see my gem
Driven as they stared
With many admirers then
My Cheyenne was very fast
With headers and plenty power
But her gas mileage was poor
At any miles-per-hour
I had to make a trade
And got myself a car
A Camaro charcoal gray
That I drove near and far
I came to love her too
With her smaller motor
And windows tinted dark
Enough to win me over
The cars I’ve driven since
In my mind have no place
And will never be as good
As mine those younger days
When I retire
I may wish again
To drive a Cheyenne truck
Or Camaro with some tint
If that day comes
The project will be good
Working with the boys
Underneath the hood
A classic from the past
Might work out fine
And if the overhaul is done
It’ll be cruising time