I remember the first time I heard that phrase. Jeremy and I were at Highland Body shop and he was picking out a color to paint his Mustang. The color he chose was Corvette Blue.

It was a 94 mustang, that needed fresh paint 

gonna get it done, with money I saved 

mowing baseball fields, and chalking base lines 

cause I wanted it done before school starts 

 

Took it to the body shop, got an estimate 

on what it'd cost, got the time and date 

when to drop it off, when to pick it up 

had a color in my mind that I liked 

 

Corvette blue, oh, oh, Corvette blue 

Corvette  blue, oh, oh, Corvette  blue. 

 

Well theres so many colors, that I didn't know 

you got primary colors don't forget the rainbow 

metalic paints with ceramic crystals 

change in the light and different angles 

 

Corvette blue, oh oh Corvette Blue

Corvette blue, oh oh Corvette Blue

 

 I love an ocean view and my baby's eyes 

then and there I realized 

I knew the color, I was gonna choose 

I wanted something cool, like 

 

Corvette blue, oh oh Corvette blue 

Corvette blue, oh,oh Corvette blue 

 

Someday gonna get me a different ride 

get me a chevy with a 327 

a convertible, make it a 69 

Can you guess the color? 

 

Corvette blue, oh, oh Corvette blue 

Corvette blue, oh, oh Corvette blue

 

    Writing songs is about practice. No, this song isn't going to be a hit but it means something to me. (Maybe Jeremy) This is one of those songs that will live in a notebook or in a computer file. So today it gets a chance to be seen and tell it's story, Jeremy's story,  or my story. Corvette Blue.