This old car has seen the ages since the second of
the world wars
bought by a Jersey family on the cutting edge of poor
A ragged wife and weary children, stricken with the chore
of a restless man of thirty-five, who dreamed he lived for more...
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I'm hating my surroundings and my soul I'm sure is dead
I will die a hollow, bitter man with a gun against my head
I need some time to drive alone, to feel the wind of the life I've blown
I may be back, but don't expect it, this car will find me home
After two-thousand turns of the gauge he hid his wedding band
and lost the keys in a musty room to lust and a woman's hand
She stole-off with her lover- He was a dressed-up blues harp man
and they chased the roads to Chicago for the blues from any raging band
This old car has seen the ages, since the second of the world wars
It's seen a man in his final stages- seen two lovers opening doors
but the doors jammed shut and struck up the band when the blues man asked for
more
the woman heard no harmony in the blues of old Chicago lore.
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In a back field in a farmer's lot, a boy-man finds the car
bought for a song by his father, it's been ten years off the tar
A motionless engine is a curse to a boy with a ready heart
in a boxed-up town where dreams abound but never get their start
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