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I've put a couple hundred thousand on
It's where I learned to sing these songs
She was shotgun riding, we were getting stuck
Next thing we knew they're tying tin cans up
It's how we brought those babies home
It's been a winding road
It's where I learned just who I was
A lot about livin' and a little 'bout love
It's how this back pew kid tore them backroads up
It's where the good Lord talks to me
Could never trade it in 'cause
We've been through some valleys
But I feel closest to Heaven
When I'm riding in my '87 Chevy
Sure glad my old man passed it down
Just like that old King James
That's sitting in the glovebox now
Yeah, it's a little banged-up, rust underneath
Needs some work, kinda sounds like me
Been with me everywhere I go
It's been a winding road
It's where I learned just who I was
A lot about livin' and a little 'bout love
It's how this back pew kid tore them backroads up
It's where the good Lord talks to me
Could never trade it in 'cause
We've been through some valleys
But I feel closest to Heaven
When I'm riding in my '87 Chevy
My '87 Chevy
Not long from now I'll be handing down them Silverado keys
I hope them good years give them all the good years they gave to me
It's where I learned just who I was
A lot about livin' and a little 'bout love
It's how this back pew kid tore them backroads up
It's where the good Lord talks to me
Could never trade it in 'cause
We've been through some valleys
But I feel closest to Heaven
When I'm riding in my '87 Chevy (oh)
My '87 Chevy