My Old Yellow Car by Lacy J. Dalton Lyrics
She werent much to look at
She werent much to ride
She was missing a window
On the passenger side
The floor boards patched up
With paper and tar
But i really want something
For my old yellow car
An american girl with her hands on the wheel
Of a dream that is made of american steel
Oh the seats have the smell of a nickle cigar i really want something for my old yellow car
Somewhere in a pile of rubber and steel
Theres a rusty old shell of an automobile
And if engines could run on desire alone
That old yellow car would be driving me home
I remembered the songs that the radio played
Loved for the first time
Your man not afraid
To somebody somewhere
You know who you are
I cheerish that night in my old yellow car
Somewhere in a pile of rubber and steel
Theres a rusty old shell of an automobile
And if engine could run on desire alone
That old yellow car would be driving me home
Take a look at me now
For when running around
I am paying somebody
To drive me down town
Got a mercedez benz
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With a tv and bar
God i wished i was driving
My old yellow car
God i wished i was driving
My old yellow car
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