Jerry Reed – Lord Mr Ford (Guitar)

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then pay attention; I'm about to sing your song son.

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Well, I'm not a man appointed judge,

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To bear ill-will and hold a grudge,

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But I think it's time I said me a few choice words.

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All about that demon automobile,

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A metal box with the polyglass wheel,

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The end result to the dream of Henry Ford.

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

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That me and the finance company own.

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A ready made pile of manufactured grief.

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

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I'm a-changing a flat in a hurricane,

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I once spent three days lost on a cloverleaf.

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Well, it ain't just the smoke and the traffic jam,

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But this four wheel buggy is a-dollaring me to death.

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For gas and oils and fluids and grease,

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And them accessories, well honey that's something else.

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Well, you can get a stereo tape and a color tv,

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Get a backseat bar and reclining seats,

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 And just pay once a month, like you do your rent.

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Well, I figured it up and over a period of time,

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This four thousand dollar car of mine,

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Costs fourteen thousand dollars and ninety-nine cents.

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Well, now Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see,

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What your simple horseless carriage has become.

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Well, it seems your contribution to man,

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To say the least, got a little out of hand,

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Well, Lord Mr. Ford, what have you done.

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Now the average American father and mother,

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Own one whole car and half another,

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And I bet that half a car is a trick to buy, don't you?

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But the thing that amazes me I guess,

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Is the way we measure a man's success,

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By the kind of an automobile he can afford to buy.

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Well now, red light, green light, traffic cop,

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Get out the credit card honey, we're out of gas.

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Well, now all the car's placed end to end,

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

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Well now, how I yearn for the good old days,

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Without that carbon monoxide haze,

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A-hanging over the roar of the interstate.

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Well, if the Lord that made the moon and stars,

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Would have meant for me and you to have cars,

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He'd have seen that we was all born with a parking space.

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Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see,

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What your simple horseless carriage has become.

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Well, it seems your contribution to man,

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To say the least, got a little out of hand,

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Well, Lord Mr. Ford, what have you done.

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In my smoking, choking automobile