Ford Fairlane Lyrics - Singles - Bobby Pinson

Dust on the dashboard, rust on the back door 

Daddy paid cash for that ol' four-door Ford Fairline 

Bottle on the floorboard, butts in the ashtray 

Where he sat and talked to mama after she passed away 

Sittin' on some good years, parked there in the driveway, he just let it go 

Hand carved minnow, haggin' from a cane pole 

Layin' in the trunk, case we passed a hole we had to fish 

Crack in the window, where dad pitched me one soft and low 

Had to duck his head, mama said, "I guess he's got the hang of it" 

Until now I didn't know why he never got that window fixed, he just let it go 

The carburetor needs a kit, the driver's side visor's ripped 

It's getting a little hard to shift and the knobs are missing off the radio 

It's lost its glossy candy apple shine, the ink has faded on the for sale sign 

The only driver that car ever owned, first million dollars takes it home 

The three on the tree was tough, my feet barely reached the clutch 

But daddy'd let me fire it up back it out and pull it in, dent in the fender 

Sin in the seat where I found the pin that fell from her hair 

The night me and Becky lost it, sixteen when I stole those keys 

I guess he'd been where we'd been 'cause he just let it go 

The carburetor needs a kit, the driver's side visor's ripped 

It's getting a little hard to shift and the knobs are missing off the radio 

It's lost its glossy candy apple shine, the ink has faded on the for sale sign 

The only driver that car ever owned, the first million dollars takes it home 

Dust on the dashboard, rust on the back door 

I wouldn't take a million dollars for that ol' four-door Ford Fairlane