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Steve Hanson – Acoustic guitar, banjo, double bass, backing vocals.
Ron Johnson – Acoustic guitar & vocals.

Lyrics

1) 57 CHEVY
I had a 57 Chevy, candy apple red,
A bed on wheels the Baptist preacher said.
Had a thump in the front going over 65,
But it sure got there in a hurry, my oh my.

Some say that Chevy was born and bred,
Way down south where a bad outlaw fled.
Girls would squeeze their legs & blush; boys would talk of mules.
Teachers rang the bell; you’re breaking rules.

Chorus:
Just a 57 Chevy but wild stories grew,
Blazing down the road, no matter what was true.
Love that candy-apple red, like someone said to do,
Or just go fishing, bluegills, love, and truth.

I once drove that Chevy down to the lake,
Do a little fishing; see what comes for the bait.
I met a gal there, said her man was mean,
He never will give me what I need.

I saw your 57 Chevy, candy apple red,
And I know it’s said to be a rolling bed.
I’m tired of my life; tired of the speed,
If I lie in that bed, then I’ll be free.

(Chorus)

Bluegills were biting, she gave me a wink,
Said I like your car; what do you think?
She was a looker, cute as a pea,
But underneath that look, not much to see.

So I gave her my bluegill and drove on home,
I guess there’s a lesson here for fishing alone.
When it comes to cars and love and truth,
Just share your bluegill; the rest will come to you.

(Chorus)