All dressed up in candy apple red
I found love in her backseat bed
Born in nineteen fifty-six
She made me have to learn how to drive a stick
Smoked like a smokestack used more oil than gasoline
But still I loved her more than my Homecoming Queen
Washed and waxed on a Friday night
All dressed up she was my joy and pride
With windows fogged and my heart on fire
My girl gave in, God I loved that car
Spent every cent I made on beer and gasoline
Grew to a man driving that memory machine
Looking back when she was mine
Rolled and tucked in sweeter times
We took the open road in search of fun and freedom
I let her go cause times had changed
No wheels ever rode the same
I'm in a candle-apple Chevy state of mind