It's in dropped-D tuning (DADGBE) low to high.
For the verses, play a DM-Dm-Dadd9 progression without distortion.

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--7b8r7---5--7--------7b8r7---5--7-------|----5---------------------------
----------------7v-------------------5v--|---------7v---------------------
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      Intro  Play 4x                        After 4x                          

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-----------------------------------------|---10-----------12----------------
-----------------------------------------|---12b---8x-----14b---8x----------
--3-3--3-3--3-3--3-3--5-5--5-5--5-5--5-5-|----------------------------------
--3-3--3-3--3-3--3-3--5-5--5-5--5-5--5-5-|----------------------------------
--3-3--3-3--3-3--3-3--5-5--5-5--5-5--5-5-|----------------------------------
  Chours play 2x then go to Intro         Solo: play each position 8x (each   

--------------------------|----------------------------15---------14-------
---15------------7--------|----10----------12----------18r---8x---17r---8x-
---17b---8x------9b---8x--|----12b---8x----14b---8x------------------------
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 is an eighth note...)                                                        

Twenty years ago I watched in awe
as my Dad drove up the driveway.
More than proud to have a brand new family car.
Thirty miles to the gallon, 0 to 60, sometimes.
I remember putting down the back
seat and lying in the hatchback.
Looking at the sky watching trees go by.
I was the son of a preacher, and he was a rich poor man

Chorus:
No A.C.
No FM,
And no regrets,
In my Chevette.

The winter cracked the highway and
we tried to dodge the potholes.
He never promised us it would be a gentle ride.
He never had a problem though,
keeping it on the narrow road.