LYRIC FOR SALE

By Lucas Bonet

[Verse 1]
When I first started drivin’,
My first ride was an old Ford.
Rust on the body, needed some love,
But man, it ran like it had somethin’ to prove.
Drove that thing anywhere I'd roam;
It might not have been much,
but it sure made me feel proud and free.
[Verse 2]
When I turned eighteen,
that old machine took me to school,
Haulin’ my whole life
eight hundred miles away from home.
Hit every college bar around—
Yeah, me and that old Ford ran that town.
And sometimes that old beast
Helped me get lucky.
[Chorus]
He’d seen me at my best, seen the worst of me.
Heard things a truck shouldn't hear,
Pulled me through hell on muddy trails.
It might not be much,
But it sure means a lot to me,
'Cause it ain’t rust and bolts...
It's my old buddy, Ford.
[Bridge]
Overheated that old 300 climbin’ Beartooth,
Lost my clutch passing through Arizona.
On a desert road, tryin’ to get her back,
Limpin’ at forty through that heat.
Still drove five hundred miles just to see her...
Then blew that motor up, down in New Orleans—
Turns out a hundred was too fast for that worn-out engine.
[Chorus]
(Repeat)
[Outro]
In the end, that old Ford carried me
Through four gears and four broken hearts.
And somehow, every time...
He took me back home.