Lord, give me a Mustang
Or a GTO
With some big chrome bumpers
I’ll be ready to go
I’ll take a Sixty-Eight Charger
Or an Oldsmobile
With no power nothing
And some big rubber wheels
I want an old car with a good paintjob
A big solid hunk of American steel
I want an old car with a good paintjob
Take me back to a time when things were real
Lord, give me a pickup
With a three on the tree
With my buddies in back
Like it’s supposed to be
I’ll take red Firebird
Or a Dodge Daytona
We’ll be haulin some ass
From here to Pomona
I want an old car with a good paintjob
A big solid hunk of American steel
I want an old car with a good paintjob
Take me back to a time when things were real
Don’t need a big piece of plastic
With fuel injection
Don’t need no unibody frame
For my protection
Just want an AM/FM
With all transistors
I’ll be hittin the road
Till my butt gets blisters
I want an old car with a good paintjob
A big solid hunk of American steel
I want an old car with a good paintjob
Take me back to a time when things were real
I hit the bars in Tucson
I had a wicked thirst
I hoped to find a honey
And open up her purse
I ain’t much to look at
But a lady could do worse
So I polished up my silver tongue
With a couple shots
I scoped me out some honeys
The kind that look real hot
I headed for some tables
And gave it all I got
With diligence my shield
I trek from town to town
I don’t always prosper
But it never gets me down
The gals in this establishment
We’re actin pretty rough
I kept hurlin pickups
But it wasn’t my best stuff
It was time to ice my ego
Cuz I done had enough
Then I spied a vision
Of silky curvy lace
I asked if she’d like to
Take me to her place
She hoisted up her beverage
And threw it in my face
With diligence my shield
I trek from town to town
I don’t always prosper
But it never gets me down
Tucson gals are ornery
Especially in June
Or maybe I was harvesting
The cycles of the moon
I might venture back this way
But it won’t be soon
Those gals weren’t very friendly
But it don’t bother me
Now I’m gonna hit the road
And see what I can see
Perhaps it’s time to check out
The beauties in Tempe
With diligence my shield
I trek from town to town
I don’t always prosper
But it never gets me down
If you got a problem
With the girl I’m dating
Keep your piehole closed
And stop all your hating
I heard enough
Ain’t gonna hear no more
You better go home
And shut the front door
So quick to judge
So quick to condemn
Spend your whole life saying
How you’re better than them
I heard enough
Ain’t gonna hear no more
You better go home
And shut the front door
I made it this far
Without listening to you
Please take this dollar
And go buy a clue
I heard enough
Ain’t gonna hear no more
You better go home
And shut the front door
This place gets awful messy
when yer gone
Things ain’t in the places
they belong
The boys and me been stayin
up till dawn
And three of them are sleeping
on the lawn
if you gonna go
baby, let me know
i’ll hire me a crew
to do the things you do
several will get paid
a cop, a chef, a maid
a seamstress and a shrink
someone to hall away my stink
Things get mighty lonesome
when you go
Days are long and nighttime
lost its glow
The boys and me been raisin
Cain too long
Won’t you please come back
where you belong?
if you gonna go
baby, let me know
i’ll hire me a crew
to do the things you do
several will get paid
a cop, a chef, a maid
a seamstress and a shrink
someone to hall away my stink
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