Lord, Mr. Ford Lyrics

Song	Lord, Mr. Ford
Artist	Jerry Reed
Album	Super Hits
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	作曲 : Feller
	Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinking, piston-clinking, air-polluting, smoke-belching, four-wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention. I'm about to sing your song son.
	Well, I'm not a man appointed judge
	To bear ill-will and hold a grudge
	But I think it's time I said me a few choice words
	All about that demon automobile
	A metal box with the polyglass wheel
	The end result to a dream of Henry Ford
	Well I've got a car that's mine alone
	That me and the finance company own
	A ready-made pile of manufactured grief
	And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring rain
	I'm a-changin' a flat in a hurricane
	I once spent three days lost on a cloverleaf
	Well it ain't just the smoke and the traffic jam
	That makes me the bitter fool I am
	But this four-wheel buggy is
	A-dollaring me to death
	For gas and oils and fluids and grease
	And wires and tires and anti freeze
	And them accessories
	Well honey, that's something else
	Well you can get a stereo tape and a color TV
	Get a back-seat bar and reclining seats
	And just pay once a month, like you do your rent
	Well I figured it up and over a period of time
	This four thousand dollar car of mine
	Costs fourteen thousand dollars
	And ninety-nine cents, well now
	{Chorus}:
	Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see
	What your simple horseless carriage has become
	Well it seems your contribution to man
	To say the least, got a little out of hand
	Well Lord Mr. Ford what have you done
	Now the average American father and mother
	Own one whole car and half another
	And I bet that half a car is a
	Trick to buy, don't you
	But the thing that amazes me, I guess
	Is the way we measure a man's success
	By the kind of automobile he can afford to buy
	Well now, red light, green light, traffic cop
	Right turn, no turn, must turn, stop
	Get out the credit card honey, we're out of gas
	Well now, all the cars placed end to end
	Would reach to the moon and back again
	And there'd probably be some
	Fool pull out to pass
	Well now, how I yearn for the good old days
	Without that carbon monoxide haze
	A-hanging over the roar of the interstate
	Well if the Lord that made the moon and stars
	Would have meant for me and you to have cars
	He'd have seen that we was all born
	With a parking space
	{Chorus}
	Come away with me Lucille
	In my smoking, choking automobile

	zuo qu : Feller
	Well, if you' re one of the millions who own one of them gasdrinking, pistonclinking, airpolluting, smokebelching, fourwheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention. I' m about to sing your song son.
	Well, I' m not a man appointed judge
	To bear illwill and hold a grudge
	But I think it' s time I said me a few choice words
	All about that demon automobile
	A metal box with the polyglass wheel
	The end result to a dream of Henry Ford
	Well I' ve got a car that' s mine alone
	That me and the finance company own
	A readymade pile of manufactured grief
	And if I ain' t out of gas in the pouring rain
	I' m achangin' a flat in a hurricane
	I once spent three days lost on a cloverleaf
	Well it ain' t just the smoke and the traffic jam
	That makes me the bitter fool I am
	But this fourwheel buggy is
	Adollaring me to death
	For gas and oils and fluids and grease
	And wires and tires and anti freeze
	And them accessories
	Well honey, that' s something else
	Well you can get a stereo tape and a color TV
	Get a backseat bar and reclining seats
	And just pay once a month, like you do your rent
	Well I figured it up and over a period of time
	This four thousand dollar car of mine
	Costs fourteen thousand dollars
	And ninetynine cents, well now
	Chorus:
	Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see
	What your simple horseless carriage has become
	Well it seems your contribution to man
	To say the least, got a little out of hand
	Well Lord Mr. Ford what have you done
	Now the average American father and mother
	Own one whole car and half another
	And I bet that half a car is a
	Trick to buy, don' t you
	But the thing that amazes me, I guess
	Is the way we measure a man' s success
	By the kind of automobile he can afford to buy
	Well now, red light, green light, traffic cop
	Right turn, no turn, must turn, stop
	Get out the credit card honey, we' re out of gas
	Well now, all the cars placed end to end
	Would reach to the moon and back again
	And there' d probably be some
	Fool pull out to pass
	Well now, how I yearn for the good old days
	Without that carbon monoxide haze
	Ahanging over the roar of the interstate
	Well if the Lord that made the moon and stars
	Would have meant for me and you to have cars
	He' d have seen that we was all born
	With a parking space
	Chorus
	Come away with me Lucille
	In my smoking, choking automobile

	zuò qǔ : Feller
	Well, if you' re one of the millions who own one of them gasdrinking, pistonclinking, airpolluting, smokebelching, fourwheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention. I' m about to sing your song son.
	Well, I' m not a man appointed judge
	To bear illwill and hold a grudge
	But I think it' s time I said me a few choice words
	All about that demon automobile
	A metal box with the polyglass wheel
	The end result to a dream of Henry Ford
	Well I' ve got a car that' s mine alone
	That me and the finance company own
	A readymade pile of manufactured grief
	And if I ain' t out of gas in the pouring rain
	I' m achangin' a flat in a hurricane
	I once spent three days lost on a cloverleaf
	Well it ain' t just the smoke and the traffic jam
	That makes me the bitter fool I am
	But this fourwheel buggy is
	Adollaring me to death
	For gas and oils and fluids and grease
	And wires and tires and anti freeze
	And them accessories
	Well honey, that' s something else
	Well you can get a stereo tape and a color TV
	Get a backseat bar and reclining seats
	And just pay once a month, like you do your rent
	Well I figured it up and over a period of time
	This four thousand dollar car of mine
	Costs fourteen thousand dollars
	And ninetynine cents, well now
	Chorus:
	Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see
	What your simple horseless carriage has become
	Well it seems your contribution to man
	To say the least, got a little out of hand
	Well Lord Mr. Ford what have you done
	Now the average American father and mother
	Own one whole car and half another
	And I bet that half a car is a
	Trick to buy, don' t you
	But the thing that amazes me, I guess
	Is the way we measure a man' s success
	By the kind of automobile he can afford to buy
	Well now, red light, green light, traffic cop
	Right turn, no turn, must turn, stop
	Get out the credit card honey, we' re out of gas
	Well now, all the cars placed end to end
	Would reach to the moon and back again
	And there' d probably be some
	Fool pull out to pass
	Well now, how I yearn for the good old days
	Without that carbon monoxide haze
	Ahanging over the roar of the interstate
	Well if the Lord that made the moon and stars
	Would have meant for me and you to have cars
	He' d have seen that we was all born
	With a parking space
	Chorus
	Come away with me Lucille
	In my smoking, choking automobile

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