Berry Chuck Dear Dad Lyrics

Dear Dad Lyrics

Dear Dad, don't get mad,

 What I'm asking for

 Is by the next semester

 Can I get another car ?

 This one here is sick'ning

 On a wide dual road.

 I might as well be walking

 As to drive this old Ford.

 

 Almost everyntime I try

 To go and pass a truck,

 If I ain't goin' down hill,

 Dad, Im, out of luck.

 And even if I get by,

 It's still a rugged risk,

 The way this old Ford

 Keep a hitting and miss.

 

 Last week when I was driving

 On my way to school,

 I almost got a ticket

 'Bout a freeway traffic rule.

 It's now a violation

 Driving under forty-five,

 And if I push to fifty,

 This here Ford will nosedive.

 

 Dad, I'm in great danger

 Out here trying to drive.

 This Ford wiggles

 When I'm approaching forty-five/

 I have to nurse it along

 Like a little suffering pup,

 And cars whizzing by me,

 Dad, look like I'm backing up.

 

 She just don't have the appetite

 For gas somehow,

 And Dad, I got both carburetors

 Hooked up on it now.

 I tried to hook another

 To see if I'd do a little good,

 But ain't no place to put it

 'Less I perforate the hood.

 

 So Dad, send the money,

 See what I can see,

 Try to find a Cadillac,

 Sixty-two or three.

 Just something that won't worry us

 To keep it on the road.

 Sincerely, your loving son,

 Henry Junior Ford.