Late Model Memory

. He came back home from his first tour. Found a '68 Chevy, dusty and worn.

Fixed it up with his own two hands. Dreaming of the future, making plans.

Late model memory, driving down the lane. Every mile a story, every joy and pain.

With her by his side, through the years they grew. In that old Chevy,

their love stayed true. Met her at a diner, she was waiting tables.

He asked her out, she said she was able. First date in that car,

under the stars. Two hearts beating, no more scars. Late model memory, driving down the

lane. Every mile a story, every joy and pain. With her by his side,