| Song | '52 Ford |
| Artist | Murder by Death |
| Album | Red of Tooth and Claw |
| I hit the road in a ’52 | |
| FordA pack of matches and a postcard on the dashboard | |
| The sun was set, the gas gauge was low | |
| And it was time to go | |
| I met the girl at a juke joint on the fly | |
| Needed a friend the day my mother died | |
| Her place was hot and it smelled of sin | |
| I guess when one life goes, another begins | |
| Hey now, what you gonna do? | |
| Got a fiver in your pocket | |
| And a switchblade in your boot | |
| Hey now, what you gonna say | |
| To make it go away? | |
| I found the city by the mark on the stamp | |
| Studied it under the light of a hotel lamp | |
| I found his work, | |
| I found their home | |
| I waited until | |
| I knew she was alone | |
| I didn't want the child to see life | |
| I justified and it wounded my pride | |
| My mind was set that no one could know | |
| The girl had to go | |
| Hey now, what you gonna do? | |
| Got a fiver in your pocket | |
| And a switchblade in your boot | |
| Hey now, what you gonna say | |
| To make it go away? | |
| Hey now, what you gonna do? | |
| Got a fiver in your pocket | |
| And a switchblade in your boot | |
| Hey now, what you gonna say | |
| To make it go away? | |
| Light stumbled in through a crack in the shades | |
| Reflected off of the edge of my blade | |
| As I reached for the girl with the knife in my hand | |
| I thought, | |
| I guess the kid deserves a chance | |
| Her man came in as | |
| I started to go | |
| My last intentions, how could he know? | |
| The blade sank deep into my skin | |
| I guess when one life goes, another begins |
| I hit the road in a ' 52 | |
| FordA pack of matches and a postcard on the dashboard | |
| The sun was set, the gas gauge was low | |
| And it was time to go | |
| I met the girl at a juke joint on the fly | |
| Needed a friend the day my mother died | |
| Her place was hot and it smelled of sin | |
| I guess when one life goes, another begins | |
| Hey now, what you gonna do? | |
| Got a fiver in your pocket | |
| And a switchblade in your boot | |
| Hey now, what you gonna say | |
| To make it go away? | |
| I found the city by the mark on the stamp | |
| Studied it under the light of a hotel lamp | |
| I found his work, | |
| I found their home | |
| I waited until | |
| I knew she was alone | |
| I didn' t want the child to see life | |
| I justified and it wounded my pride | |
| My mind was set that no one could know | |
| The girl had to go | |
| Hey now, what you gonna do? | |
| Got a fiver in your pocket | |
| And a switchblade in your boot | |
| Hey now, what you gonna say | |
| To make it go away? | |
| Hey now, what you gonna do? | |
| Got a fiver in your pocket | |
| And a switchblade in your boot | |
| Hey now, what you gonna say | |
| To make it go away? | |
| Light stumbled in through a crack in the shades | |
| Reflected off of the edge of my blade | |
| As I reached for the girl with the knife in my hand | |
| I thought, | |
| I guess the kid deserves a chance | |
| Her man came in as | |
| I started to go | |
| My last intentions, how could he know? | |
| The blade sank deep into my skin | |
| I guess when one life goes, another begins |