OLD CAR SMELL - 10/29/14 09:02 PM
OLD CAR SMELL
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Old Car Smell
I rescued her from the Kudzu and that Alabama Sun
Where my grand daddy parked her when her runnin’ days were done
She’d been frozen in that spot since the summer of '71
Just collectin’ rust
She was a shiny Plymouth Fury born back in ‘55
But that shine's been gone for a long long time
There’s so much of who he was that still lingers inside
Under all that dust
Well there ain't no way in hell I'd clean her up
‘Cause you don't wanna lose the good stuff
Like that Ash Tray full of Winston’s and half smoked Swisher Sweets
An empty Fifth of Makers Mark hidden underneath the seat
Pine shavings on the floorboard from his years at that sawmill
And that Aqua Velva bottle that turned over and spilled
No I never got to meet him but I think I know him well
From that Old Car Smell
I can feel where his hard hands wore that steerin’ wheel smooth
See that hole in the carpet made by the heel of his boot
I can almost hear that radio cracklin’ out a Gospel tune
On a Sunday drive
There ain't no way in hell I'd clean her up
‘Cause I ain’t gonna lose the good stuff
Like that Ash Tray full of Winston’s and half smoked Swisher Sweets
An empty Fifth of Makers Mark hidden underneath the seat
Pine shavings on the floorboard from his years at that sawmill
And that Aqua Velva bottle that turned over and spilled
No I never got to meet him but I think I know him well
From that Old Car Smell
When I flipped down the visor a letter fell to the floor
From a new bride to her soldier fightin’ that Korean war
I swear I could smell Perfume on the page
I guess something’s never fade
Like that little green tree hangin’ on a string danglin’ off the rear view
And that lollipop in the glove box from the Farmer’s Bank drive-through
No I never got to meet him but I think I know him well
From that Old Car Smell
Collins, Daye, Reuter © 2014
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Old Car Smell
I rescued her from the Kudzu and that Alabama Sun
Where my grand daddy parked her when her runnin’ days were done
She’d been frozen in that spot since the summer of '71
Just collectin’ rust
She was a shiny Plymouth Fury born back in ‘55
But that shine's been gone for a long long time
There’s so much of who he was that still lingers inside
Under all that dust
Well there ain't no way in hell I'd clean her up
‘Cause you don't wanna lose the good stuff
Like that Ash Tray full of Winston’s and half smoked Swisher Sweets
An empty Fifth of Makers Mark hidden underneath the seat
Pine shavings on the floorboard from his years at that sawmill
And that Aqua Velva bottle that turned over and spilled
No I never got to meet him but I think I know him well
From that Old Car Smell
I can feel where his hard hands wore that steerin’ wheel smooth
See that hole in the carpet made by the heel of his boot
I can almost hear that radio cracklin’ out a Gospel tune
On a Sunday drive
There ain't no way in hell I'd clean her up
‘Cause I ain’t gonna lose the good stuff
Like that Ash Tray full of Winston’s and half smoked Swisher Sweets
An empty Fifth of Makers Mark hidden underneath the seat
Pine shavings on the floorboard from his years at that sawmill
And that Aqua Velva bottle that turned over and spilled
No I never got to meet him but I think I know him well
From that Old Car Smell
When I flipped down the visor a letter fell to the floor
From a new bride to her soldier fightin’ that Korean war
I swear I could smell Perfume on the page
I guess something’s never fade
Like that little green tree hangin’ on a string danglin’ off the rear view
And that lollipop in the glove box from the Farmer’s Bank drive-through
No I never got to meet him but I think I know him well
From that Old Car Smell
Collins, Daye, Reuter © 2014