Lyrics Dear Dad - Chuck Berry

Dear Dad

Dear Dad, don’t get mad
What I’m asking for
Is by the next semester
Can I get another car?
This one here is sick’ning
On a wide dual road
I might as well be walking
As to drive this old Ford
Almost everytime I try
To go and pass a truck
If I ain’t goin' down hill
Dad, I’m out of luck
And even if I get by
It’s still a rugged risk
The way this old Ford
Keep a hitting and miss
Last week when I was driving
On my way to school
I almost got a ticket
'Bout a freeway traffic rule
It’s now a violation
Driving under forty-five
And if I push to fifty
This here Ford will nosedive
Dad, I’m in great danger
Out here trying to drive
This Ford wiggles
When I’m approaching forty-five
I have to nurse it along
Like a little suffering pup
And cars whizzing by me
Dad, look like I’m backing up
She just don’t have the appetite
For gas somehow
And Dad, I got both carburetors
Hooked up on it now
I tried to hook another
To see if I’d do a little good
But ain’t no place to put it
'Less I perforate the hood
So Dad, send the money
See what I can see
Try to find a Cadillac
Sixty-two or three
Just something that won’t worry us
To keep it on the road
Sincerely, your loving son
Henry Junior Ford