well if you’re one of the millions who own one of them gasdrinking pistonclanking airpolluting smokebelching fourwheeled buggies from detroit city then pay attention
i’m about to sing your song son
well i’m not a man appointed judge
to bear ill will and hold a grudge
but i think it’s time i said me a few choice words
all about that demon automobile
a metal box with the polyglas wheel
the end result of the dream of henry ford
well i’ve got a car that’s mine alone
that me and the finance company own
a readymade pile of manufactured grief
and if i ain’t out of gas in the pouring rain
i’m achangin’ a flat in a hurricane
i once spent three days lost on a cloverleaf
well it ain’t just the smoke and the traffic jam
that makes me the bitter fool i am
but this fourwheel buggy is adollarin’ me to death
for gas and oils and fluids and grease
and wires and tires and antifreeze
and them accessories well honey that’s something else
4
well you can get a stereo tape and a color tv
get a backseat bar and reclining seats
and just pay once a month like you do your rent
well i figured it up and over a period of time
this fourthousand dollar car of mine
costs fourteen thousand dollars
and ninetynine cents
well now lord mr ford i just wish that you could see
what your simple horseless carriage has become
well it seems your contribution to man
to say the least got a little out of hand
well lord mr ford what have you done
5
now the average american father and mother
own one whole car and half another
and i bet that half a car is a trick to drive don’t you
but the thing that amazes me i guess
is the way we measure a man’s success
by the kind of automobile he can afford to buy
6
well now red light green light traffic cop
right turn no turn must turn stop
get out the credit card honey we’re out of gas
well now all the cars placed end to end
would reach to the moon and back again
and there’d probably be some poor fool who’d pull out to pass
7
well now how i yearn for the good old days
without that carbon dioxide haze
ahanging over the roar of the interstate
well if the lord that made the moon and the stars
would have meant for me and you to have cars
he’d have seen that we was all born with a parking space
lord mr ford i just wish that you could see
what your simple horseless carriage has become
well it seems your contribution to man
to say the least got a little out of hand
well lord mr ford what have you done
come away with me lucille
in my smoking choking automobile
Artist: Jerry Reed
Year: 1973
Decade: 70s
Language: en
Word Count: 267