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Old Chevy, words and music by Andrew T Hunt's debut album "Whisky talking"

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Old Chevy, by Andy Hunt

Well I drove that ol' Chevy
Till the wheels fell off
Then I parked her out front in the drive
I was always gonna fix her
But ol' time she's a trickster
And by then the engine had gone hard

Then the critters moved in
And it really was a sin
There were flowers growing from the dash
So I drained her of her oil
And I filled her full of soil
And even added a little bird bath

The neighbors started to banter
Hell he's used it as a planter
It was then I knew I made a splash
I began to plan my sculpture
I became a total vulture using
Whatever I could find in the trash

First I took some old lamps
And I welded them down
To the hood kinda like a crown
Then I built a frame on which
I spelled my name with some
Head lamp and old hubcaps

There were spirals going up
and circles made of stuff
Looked like the circus
Had crash landed at the dump
And became frozen in time
Nearly forming a straight line
From here to heaven above

I finally made the local paper
Some fancy critic seemed to savor
A certain "je ne sais croix"
I have gone from total zero
Becoming a local hero
And everybody now just loved
What they saw

But then the whole thing grew
Too heavy for the base of that ol' Chevy
And began to teeter in the wind
I tried to brace her to the house
But the whole thing cantered south
And that's when the roof gave in

You could hear the whole town cuss
As that sucker bit the dust
There were pieces in the park across town
It was beyond my imagination
Nearly killed by my creation
Fate had gone and taken away
My princely crown

But in her prime she was a beauty
Always faithful to her duty
I even drove her to my high-school prom
And got a lot of recreation
In the back seat direction
With a girl who would one day be your mom

Copyright 2001 Andrew Hunt

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