Text: Brenn Hill. Endangered. My Old Chevy.

Where the oil road meets the gravel
The grass is turnin' green
It's a far cry from the city
And the places I've just been
Comin' up the home road
I see a front yard full of toys
A pretty blonde-haired Mama
And a handsome little boy

And there's my old Chevy
All covered up in dust
Sittin' in the driveway
Waitin' there for us
To load up our horses in the twilight before dawn
You know I always miss you while I'm gone

We'll ride out through Wyomin'
Cross the Great Divide
And the highway's not so lonesome
When you're sittin' by my side
And we'll find some misty mountain
And a dusty gravel road
Pull out off the highway
And finally unload

And we'll leave my old Chevy
All covered up in dust
Sittin' in the tall grass
Awaitin' there for us
Shinin' in the shadows
The whole afternoon long
And you can say "we'll miss you while we're gone"

A little part of me that I can pass along to you
Like the aspen and the sagebrush and the sky of endless blue
And a dusty worn-out pickup truck
The day you turn sixteen
And a prayer you'll understand what it means

To drive my old Chevy
All covered up in dust
Seldom in the driveway
Showin' a little rust
But it'll still haul all your troubles
Down whatever road you're on
And son I'm gonna miss you when you're gone
But next time we don't have to ride alone