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Lord Mr. Ford Music Lyrics

Jerry Reed

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Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them

Gas drinking, piston clinking, air polluting, smoke belching

Four wheeled 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 polyglass wheel

The end result to the dream of Henry Ford

Well, I've got a car that's mine alone

That me and the finance company own

A ready made pile of manufactured grief

And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring rain

I'm a-changing 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 four wheel buggy is a-dollaring me to death

For gas and oils and fluids and grease

And wires and tires and anti-freeze

And them accessories, well honey that's something else

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 four thousand dollar car of mine

Costs fourteen thousand dollars and ninety-nine 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

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 buy, don't you?

But the thing that amazes me I guess

Is the way we measure a man's success

By the kind of an automobile he can afford to buy

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 car's placed end to end

Would reach to the moon and back again

And there'd probably be some fool pull out to pass

Well now, how I yearn for the good old days

Without that carbon monoxide haze

A-hanging over the roar of the interstate

Well, if the Lord that made the moon and 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

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