Song | Riding With Private Malone |
Artist | David Ball |
Album | Amigo |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Newton, Shepherd | |
I was just out of the service | |
Thumbin' through the classifieds | |
When an ad that said "Old Chevy" | |
Somehow caught my eye | |
The lady didn't know the year | |
Or even if it ran | |
But I had that thousand dollars in my hand | |
It was way back in the corner of this old ramshackle barn | |
With thirty years of dust and dirt on that green army tarp | |
And when I pulled the cover off | |
It took away my breath | |
What she called a Chevy | |
Was a sixty-six Corvette | |
And I felt a little guilty as I counted out the bills | |
But what a thrill I got | |
When I sat behind the wheel | |
I opened up the glovebox | |
And that's when I found the note | |
The date was 1966 and this is what he wrote | |
He said my name is Private Andrew Malone | |
And if your readin' this, then I didn't make it home | |
But for every dream that shattered | |
Another one comes true | |
This car was once a dream of mine | |
Now it belongs to you | |
Though you may take her and make her your own | |
You'll always be riding with Private Malone | |
Well it didn't take me long at all | |
I had her runnin' good | |
I loved to hear those horses thunder underneath her hood | |
I had her shinin' like a diamond and I put the rag top down | |
All the pretty girls would stop and stare as I drove her through town | |
The buttons on the radio didn't seem to work quite right | |
But it picked up that Oldie's Show | |
Especially late at night | |
I get the feelin' sometimes If I turned real quick I'd see | |
A soldier ridin' shotgun | |
In the seat right next to me | |
It was a young man named Private Andrew Malone | |
Who fought for his country and never made it home | |
But for every dream that's shattered | |
There's another that comes true | |
This car was once a dream of his back when it was new | |
He told me to take her and make her my own | |
And I was proud to be riding with Private Malone | |
One night it was rainin' hard | |
I took the curve too fast | |
I still don't remember much about that firey crash | |
But someone said they thought they saw a soldier pull me out | |
They didn't get his name | |
But I know without a doubt | |
It was a young man named Private Andrew Malone | |
Who fought for his country and never made it home | |
But for every dream that shattered | |
Another one comes true | |
This car was once a dream of his back when it was new | |
And I know I wouldn't be here if he hadn't tagged along | |
Yeah that night I was riding with Private Malone | |
Oh thank God I was riding with Private Malone |
zuo ci : Newton, Shepherd | |
I was just out of the service | |
Thumbin' through the classifieds | |
When an ad that said " Old Chevy" | |
Somehow caught my eye | |
The lady didn' t know the year | |
Or even if it ran | |
But I had that thousand dollars in my hand | |
It was way back in the corner of this old ramshackle barn | |
With thirty years of dust and dirt on that green army tarp | |
And when I pulled the cover off | |
It took away my breath | |
What she called a Chevy | |
Was a sixtysix Corvette | |
And I felt a little guilty as I counted out the bills | |
But what a thrill I got | |
When I sat behind the wheel | |
I opened up the glovebox | |
And that' s when I found the note | |
The date was 1966 and this is what he wrote | |
He said my name is Private Andrew Malone | |
And if your readin' this, then I didn' t make it home | |
But for every dream that shattered | |
Another one comes true | |
This car was once a dream of mine | |
Now it belongs to you | |
Though you may take her and make her your own | |
You' ll always be riding with Private Malone | |
Well it didn' t take me long at all | |
I had her runnin' good | |
I loved to hear those horses thunder underneath her hood | |
I had her shinin' like a diamond and I put the rag top down | |
All the pretty girls would stop and stare as I drove her through town | |
The buttons on the radio didn' t seem to work quite right | |
But it picked up that Oldie' s Show | |
Especially late at night | |
I get the feelin' sometimes If I turned real quick I' d see | |
A soldier ridin' shotgun | |
In the seat right next to me | |
It was a young man named Private Andrew Malone | |
Who fought for his country and never made it home | |
But for every dream that' s shattered | |
There' s another that comes true | |
This car was once a dream of his back when it was new | |
He told me to take her and make her my own | |
And I was proud to be riding with Private Malone | |
One night it was rainin' hard | |
I took the curve too fast | |
I still don' t remember much about that firey crash | |
But someone said they thought they saw a soldier pull me out | |
They didn' t get his name | |
But I know without a doubt | |
It was a young man named Private Andrew Malone | |
Who fought for his country and never made it home | |
But for every dream that shattered | |
Another one comes true | |
This car was once a dream of his back when it was new | |
And I know I wouldn' t be here if he hadn' t tagged along | |
Yeah that night I was riding with Private Malone | |
Oh thank God I was riding with Private Malone |
zuò cí : Newton, Shepherd | |
I was just out of the service | |
Thumbin' through the classifieds | |
When an ad that said " Old Chevy" | |
Somehow caught my eye | |
The lady didn' t know the year | |
Or even if it ran | |
But I had that thousand dollars in my hand | |
It was way back in the corner of this old ramshackle barn | |
With thirty years of dust and dirt on that green army tarp | |
And when I pulled the cover off | |
It took away my breath | |
What she called a Chevy | |
Was a sixtysix Corvette | |
And I felt a little guilty as I counted out the bills | |
But what a thrill I got | |
When I sat behind the wheel | |
I opened up the glovebox | |
And that' s when I found the note | |
The date was 1966 and this is what he wrote | |
He said my name is Private Andrew Malone | |
And if your readin' this, then I didn' t make it home | |
But for every dream that shattered | |
Another one comes true | |
This car was once a dream of mine | |
Now it belongs to you | |
Though you may take her and make her your own | |
You' ll always be riding with Private Malone | |
Well it didn' t take me long at all | |
I had her runnin' good | |
I loved to hear those horses thunder underneath her hood | |
I had her shinin' like a diamond and I put the rag top down | |
All the pretty girls would stop and stare as I drove her through town | |
The buttons on the radio didn' t seem to work quite right | |
But it picked up that Oldie' s Show | |
Especially late at night | |
I get the feelin' sometimes If I turned real quick I' d see | |
A soldier ridin' shotgun | |
In the seat right next to me | |
It was a young man named Private Andrew Malone | |
Who fought for his country and never made it home | |
But for every dream that' s shattered | |
There' s another that comes true | |
This car was once a dream of his back when it was new | |
He told me to take her and make her my own | |
And I was proud to be riding with Private Malone | |
One night it was rainin' hard | |
I took the curve too fast | |
I still don' t remember much about that firey crash | |
But someone said they thought they saw a soldier pull me out | |
They didn' t get his name | |
But I know without a doubt | |
It was a young man named Private Andrew Malone | |
Who fought for his country and never made it home | |
But for every dream that shattered | |
Another one comes true | |
This car was once a dream of his back when it was new | |
And I know I wouldn' t be here if he hadn' t tagged along | |
Yeah that night I was riding with Private Malone | |
Oh thank God I was riding with Private Malone |