My Old Car
©Tom Eslick 1996
When I look back on my high school days
I really have to smile
How I breezed down the road in my big old car
Just cruisin' the miracle miles
With my elbow out the window
And one hand on the wheel
It was a great big hunk
Of Detroit junk
But a first class automobile
Cho.
Yeh, my old car was a Pontiac
1953
Big slush bucket with a straight-eight block
And on the hood a real indian chief
It got ten miles to the gallon
Drank a quart of oil a day
But I drove it all through high school
'Til it got towed away.
It had the hood the size of a mountain
And seats as long as a mile
And some pink dice hung from the rear-view mirror
That made my girl friend smile
It had out-sized whitewall tires
It was a rovin' old sin bin
And I learned a lot in the big back seat
Down at the local drive-in
Cho.
Well, it made me feel like the king of the road
A real crew cut daddy-o
As I bopped along to the doo wops
On the AM radio
Well, I sang with Jerry Lee Lewis
Hummed along with Fats Domino
It was me and my car
Just hoppin' the bars
And catchin' the late-late shows
Cho.
It was then that I learned good things must end
'Cause I cracked an engine block
And I often think of the tow truck
As it left me there in shock
But I kept the keys to remember her by
And the memories sure are fine
And if old cars go to heaven
I'll be the first to stand in line.