My Old Yellow Car
She weren't much to look at she weren't much to ride
- 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 automobile
- And if engines could run on desire alone
- 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 Sally could no longer wait
- There was no road too winding and nowhere too far
- With two bucks of gas and my old yellow car
- Somewhere in a pile of rubber and steel
- There's a rusty old shell of an automobile
- And if engines could run on desires alone
- 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 downtown
- 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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