歌词
Dear Dad, don't get mad,
What I'm asking for
Is by the next semester
Can I get another car ?
This one here is sick'ning
On a wide dual road.
I might as well be walking
As to drive this old
Ford. Almost everytime
I try To go and pass a truck,
If I ain't goin' down hill,
Dad, I'm, out of luck.
And even if
I get by,
It's still a rugged risk,
The way this old
Ford Keep a hitting and a miss.
Last week when
I was driving
On my way to school,
I almost got a ticket '
Bout a freeway traffic rule.
It's now a violation
Driving under forty-five,
And if I push to fifty,
This here
Ford will nosedive.
Dad, I'm in great danger
Out here trying to drive.
The way this
Ford wiggles
When I'm approaching forty-five/
I have to nurse it along
Like a little stubborn pup,
And cars whizzing by me,
Dad, look like
I'm backing up.
She just don't have the appetite
For gas somehow,
And Dad, I got four carburetors
Hooked up on it now.
I tried to hook another
To see if
I'd do a little good,
But ain't no place to put it '
Less I perforate the hood.
Well Dad, send the money,
See what I can see,
Try to find a
Cadillac,
A Sixty-two or three.
Just something that won't worry us
To keep it on the road.
Sincerely, your beloved son,
Henry Junior
Ford
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