My Old Yellow Car - Dan Seals
Capo 3
She [] weren t much to [] look at,
she [] weren t much to [] ride
She was [] missing a [] window
on her [] passenger [] side
The [] floorboard was [] patched up
with [] paper and [] tar
But I [] really was [] something
in [] my old yellow [] car
An [] American [] boy
with his [] hands on the [] wheel
Of a [] dream [] that was made of []
American [] steel
[] Though the seats had the [] smell of
A [] nickel [] cigar
I [] really was [] something
in [] my old yellow [] car
Chorus:
[] Somewhere in a [] pile of [] rubber and [] steel
There s a [] rusty old [] shell of an [] auto [] mobile
And if [] engines could [] run on [] desire [] alone
That [] old yellow [] car would be driving me [] home
There s the [] spot where [] poor Billy
[]threw up in [] his date
And where [] Larry and [] Sandy
could [] no longer [] wait
There was [] no road too [] winding
and [] no where too [] far
With [] two bucks of [] gas
and my [] old yellow [] car
Chorus
[] Somewhere in a [] pile of [] rubber and [] steel
There s a [] rusty old [] shell of an [] auto [] mobile
And if [] engines could [] run on [] desire [] alone
That [] old yellow [] car would be driving me [] home
Take a [] look at me [] now
throwing [] money [] around
I m [] paying somebody []
to drive [] me down [] town
Got A [] Mercedes [] Benz
with a [] TV and [] bar
And [] God I wish I was [] driving
my [] old yellow [] car
God I [] wish I was [] driving
my [] old yellow [] car
