74 S.S.
At about morning, close to four
I saw shadows at my door
revealed by the dawn
of that cold old sun
They said boy you let me in or
I’m gonna bust your screen door down
so without a sound
I snuck out
I ran out into the back yard
found my daddies old muscle car
pushed the key in that I’d found
behind the door
and off she ran just like a missile
like a finely machined pistol
you should’ve heard that engine roar
She was my seventy-four super sport
with some big black tires and a ton of tourque
and she would scream on down the line
oh and you would know its her when she came around
you’d hear those tires squeal and that engine sound
and that paint would make you blind
Well I got a couple of miles down the road
when I heard that giant motor blow
that car had gone as far as she could go
so I grabbed my wallet and a knife
and I made a run for my own life
I ran until the sun gave me no more light
well I was guided by the stars
into a tiny side-road bar
and a man “yelled son do you have any idea
where the hell you are?”
and I said “If you could please just help me out
I’m tryin to leave this goddamn town
but my cars broke down and now
I can’t get very far”
Without my seventy-four super sport
with those big black tires and a ton of tourque
oh she would scream on down the line
oh and you would know its her when she came around
you’d hear those tires squeal and that engine sound
and that paint would make you blind
So we drove two hours and a half
we nearly ran right out of gas
we came upon my girl lying dead
there in her tracks
And the man looked like he’d seen a ghost
and he could barely move his toes
and he said “son this is the car
I used to own”
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