"Chevrolet". That's what the faded letters used to say On the chain the dealer gave me On the day I drove it away
Room 202, I didn't turn it in like you're supposed to I was eighteen, she was twenty-two In that spring-break hotel room I learned a thing or two
And it hangs there on a hook by my front door Half of them don't even work no more But I remember what each one used to be for On a ring that holds the keys that unlock me
Master lock I got more of those than most folks got This gold one goes to the gate where we used to drink a lot At the edge of Grandpa's crops When he sold it, I stole it from underneath that rock
It hangs there on a hook by my front door Half of them don't even work no more But I remember what each one used to be for On a ring that holds the keys that unlock me
This one here's a spare I'll never throw away Mama put it there for me, just in case I ever came back home one day Still on the ring that holds the keys that unlock me
Compositor: Brock Berryhill / Bobby Pinson / Jay Brunswick