My Old Yellow Car
she weren't much to look at
she weren't much to ride
she was missing a window on the passenger side
the floor boards patched up with paper and tar
but I really want something for my old yellow car
an american girl with her hands on the wheel of a dream
that is made of a american steel
oh the seats have the smell of a nickle
cigar I really want something for 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 desire alone
that old yellow car would be driving me home
I remembered the song's that the radio played
loved for the first time your man not afraid
to somebody somewhere you know who you are
I cherish that night in my old yellow car
somewhere in a pile of rubber and steel
there's rusty old shell of an automobile
and if engine could run on desire alone
that old yellow car would be driving me home
take a look at me now for when running around
I am paying somebody to drive me downtown
got a Mercedes Benz with a tv and bar
god I wished I was driving my old yellow car
god I wished I was driving my old yellow car
she weren't much to ride
she was missing a window on the passenger side
the floor boards patched up with paper and tar
but I really want something for my old yellow car
an american girl with her hands on the wheel of a dream
that is made of a american steel
oh the seats have the smell of a nickle
cigar I really want something for 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 desire alone
that old yellow car would be driving me home
I remembered the song's that the radio played
loved for the first time your man not afraid
to somebody somewhere you know who you are
I cherish that night in my old yellow car
somewhere in a pile of rubber and steel
there's rusty old shell of an automobile
and if engine could run on desire alone
that old yellow car would be driving me home
take a look at me now for when running around
I am paying somebody to drive me downtown
got a Mercedes Benz with a tv and bar
god I wished I was driving my old yellow car
god I wished I was driving my old yellow car
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Writer(s): Thomas James Schuyler
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