My Old Yellow Car lyrics
She weren't much to look at she weren't much to ride
She was missing a window on her passenger side The floorboard was patched up with paper and tar But I really was something in my old yellow car An American boy with his hands on the wheel Of a dream that was made of American steel Though the seats had the smell of a nickel cigar I really was something in my old yellow car Somewhere in a pile of rubber and steel There's a rusty old shell of an automobile If the engines would run or these tires would hold That old yellow car would be driving me home There's the seat where poor Billy threw up on his date And where Larry and Sandy could no longer wait There was no road too windy and nowhere too far With two buck of gas in my old yellow car Somewhere in a pile of rubber and steel There's a rusty old shell of an automobile If the engines would run or these tires would hold That old yellow car would be driving me home Take a look at me now throwing money around I'm paying somebody to drive me down town Got a Mercedes Benz with a TV and bar And god I wish I was driving my old yellow car God I wish I was driving my old yellow car
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