Granddaddy's Chevrolet

My granddaddy was a runner
Drove a '57 Chevrolet
Ran shine for his brothers
Spotted my grandmother
Saying it put him in the grave

Couple of generations later
It got passed to my cousin and me
We ran that firewater
Cross the Carolina border
To them towns down in Tennessee

Might've been the burning of them white wall tires
Or the chance we could get caught
But under the cover of the midnight moon
I swore we had it all

When we would drive
Hearts like Detroit still couldn't feel
More alive
That asphalt paved a path to freedom
We were somewhere red lining on a prayer
Between heaven and hell to pay
We were thunder in the dark
White lightning in a jar
In granddaddy's Chevrolet

She'd shine like a brand new copper belt of steel
Still rolls like she's fresh off the line
Just a little old grocery getter
Lord never knew no better
Hiding in plain site

And a twenty gallon tank where the spare used to sit
And a switch you'd flip to hide the plate
And when the sun went down
Them horses came out
Kill the lights
Cut the curves
Hit the gas
Forget the breaks

When we would drive
Hearts like Detroit still couldn't feel
More alive
That asphalt paved a path to freedom
We were somewhere red lining on a prayer
Between heaven and hell to pay
We were thunder in the dark
White lightning in a jar
In granddaddy's Chevrolet
In granddaddy's Chevrolet

On a late night run
As the weather went south
We were hauling down White Bridge road
We hit that curve as the rain came down
And only one of us made it back home
Now it's gone
And all I want

Is to drive
Hearts like Detroit still couldn't feel
More alive
That asphalt paved a path to freedom
We were somewhere red lining on a prayer
Between heaven and hell to pay
We were thunder in the dark
White lightning in a jar
In granddaddy's Chevrolet