TurtleFrogMan - Eight Hundred Dollar POS Chevy Chevette

I had just enough money for one tank of gas and no more
I was closing in quickly on Chattanooga Tennessee sorta
I could head my car north to my momma's house up in the heart of Illinois for sure
Or I could keep heading south to my daddy's house deep down in Flor'da

I decided that south onto Florida I should keep going
But my alternator quit on me ten miles south of Atlanta
I stopped at a gas station, begged them to let me keep my car in the back without towing
They charged me six cents a day, nothing's free and ya know there's no Santa

I was a wayward man-child, nearly twenty-three years old
A drunken mess full of self loathing and loads of regret
Driving 'cross country from Denver to Tampa, more stupid than I was bold
In an eight hundred dollar piece of shit Chevy Chevette

I used the gas station payphone to let my dad know I was coming
But My arrival in Florida might be a few days delayed
I assured my old man I had it under control, I'd abandon the car start thumbing
The extent of his son's stupidity had him dismayed

He said "I'll fly to Atlanta and pay for the new alternator
I can get there tomorrow so till then you'll just have to hang tight
I was relieved and I knew I deserved the admonishments I would get later
And I slept in the car holding a ball bat all night

By the time my dad was 23 he was an army vet, married with kids
His son at the same age as low as one person could get
No money or credit cards, totally broke, the last step before hitting the skids
In an eight hundred dollar piece of shit Chevy Chevette

I heard a tap on the drivers side window and I raised up my ball bat
I rolled down the window and it was my father I spoke to
He paid to repair the alternator and we drove back to Tampa after all that
I neglected to mention that the air conditioner was broke too

I expected my dad would be furious and give me an earful
But He didn't breath an unkind word, he didn't mention the money
He'd just had a heart attack so driving in a car with no air made us both a bit fearful
But years later looked back on the whole thing and thought it was funny

We drove from Atlanta to Tampa, windows down in the mid summer heat
It's a trip that I'll always remember, I'll never forget
A father and son telling stories and laughing, snatching victory from the jaws of defeat
In an eight hundred dollar piece of shit Chevy Chevette

Written by:
BD Shap

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