Chuck Berry - Dear Dad
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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 everytime I try to go and pass a truck,
If I ain't goin' down hill, Dad, I'm out of luck.
And even if I get by, it's still a rugged risk,
The way this old Ford keep a hitting and a 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.
The way this Ford wiggles when I'm approaching forty-five.
I have to nurse it along like a little stubborn pup,
And cars whizzing by me, Dad, looks like I'm backing up.
She just don't have the appetite for gas somehow,
And Dad, I got four 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.
Well Dad, send the money, see what I can see,
Try to find a Cadillac, a Sixty-two or three.
Just something that won't worry us to keep it on the road.
Sincerely, your beloved son,
Henry Junior Ford
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 everytime I try to go and pass a truck,
If I ain't goin' down hill, Dad, I'm out of luck.
And even if I get by, it's still a rugged risk,
The way this old Ford keep a hitting and a 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.
The way this Ford wiggles when I'm approaching forty-five.
I have to nurse it along like a little stubborn pup,
And cars whizzing by me, Dad, looks like I'm backing up.
She just don't have the appetite for gas somehow,
And Dad, I got four 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.
Well Dad, send the money, see what I can see,
Try to find a Cadillac, a Sixty-two or three.
Just something that won't worry us to keep it on the road.
Sincerely, your beloved son,
Henry Junior Ford
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