Abandoned by the wayside,
in the despair of the time,
a chevy sixty-nine.
Abandoned by the wayside,
with bullet holes in its sides,
and blood stains upon its seats,
and a few dollar bills,
scattered here and there,
a chevy sixty-nine,
with a shattered windscreen,
and an empty briefcase,
and bits of brains inside.
Yes, a mess,
but got a lotta miles on the clock,
a chevy sixty-nine.
Abandoned by the wayside,
in the despair of the time.
Abandoned in the middle of nowhere.
People being shot,
but for what.
People fleeing for their lives.
Yes, a chevy sixty-nine.
Abandoned by the wayside,
in the despair of the time,
a chevy,
a bloody chevy sixty-nine.