My Old Car

She wasn't worth much But I loved her I did Like nothing I loved before She was rusty and dusty She didn't smell good And had a dent in her passenger door I was only sixteen Thought I was cool Driving around feeling badder than bad The greatest feeling on earth To have your own wheels Even though she belonged to my dad There was a tear in the front seat And the radio was broke It took a while to start With a manual choke She had a manual transmission And the headlights were weak She had a miss in the engine And a slight oil leak But I held up my head and felt like a star Driving around in that rusty old car. Kids don't seem to have love affairs with their vehicles anymore. This was a black 1950 two door Ford coup. The memories were priceless.