Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Classified, artist - C.W. McCall.
Date of issue: 31.12.1989
Song language: English
Classified |
I’s thumbin' through the want ads in the Shelby County Tribune when this |
classified advertisement caught my eye. |
It said, «Take imme-di-ate delivery on |
this '57 Chevrolet half-ton pickup truck. |
Will sell or swap for a hide-a-bed |
and thirty-five bucks. |
Call One-four-oh, ring two, and ask for Bob.» |
Well, I called Bob up on the telephone, he says, «Hello, this is Bob speakin'. |
«I says «This here the Bob got the pickup truck for sale?» |
He says, «Yeah. |
«I says, «Where are ya?» |
He says, «Fourteen east on County 12, turn right on |
the one-lane gravel road, you can park in the yard, beware of the dog, |
wipe your feet off, knock three times, and bring your billfold.» |
Well, I tooled on east on County 12, turned right on the one-lane gravel road, |
and I parked in the yard and a German shepherd come out and grabbed onto my |
leg. |
Then I knocked three times and wiped my feet, the dog let go and the |
screen door opened and Bob come out and says «Whaddya want?» |
I says, «Come to see your truck.» |
He says, «Follow me. |
Come on, Frank.» |
(Dog's name is |
Frank.) |
Well, we all went past the chicken house, through the hog pen, down to the |
tractor shed, and then wound up in back of the barn in a field of cowpies. |
And settin' right there in a pool of grease was a half-ton Chevy pickup truck |
with a 1960 license plate, a bumper sticker says «Vote for Dick» |
and Brillo box full of rusty parts, and Bob says «Whaddya think?» |
Well, I kicked the tires and I got in the seat and set on a petrified apple |
core and found a bunch of field mice livin' in the glove compartment. |
He says, «Her shaft is bent and her rear end leaks, you can fix her quick with |
an oily rag. |
Use a nail as a starter; |
I lost the key. |
Don’t pay no mind to that |
whirrin' sound. |
She use a little oil, but outside a' that, she’s cherry.» |
I says, «What'll take?» |
He says, «What've you got?» |
I says, «Twenty-eight |
dollars and fifteen cents.» |
He says, «You got a deal. |
Sign here, |
I’ll go get the title and a can full of gas.» |
I put the nail in the slot and |
fired 'er up; |
she coughed and belched up a bunch a' smoke and I backed her |
right through the hog pen into the yard |
Well, Frank jumped in and bit my leg and I beat him off with a crowbar. |
He jumped on out and the door fell off and the left front tire went flat. |
I jacked it up and patched the tube and Frank tore a piece of my shirt off. |
Then Bob come out and called him off and says «You better’d get on out of here. |
I went left on the one-lane gravel road, went fourteen west on County 12. |
Took two full quarts of forty-weight oil just to get her to the Conoco station. |
And I pulled up to the Regular pump and then Harold Sykes and his kid come out. |
He says, «I've seen better stuff at junkyards and where’d you ever get that |
truck?» |
I says, «That's a long story, Harold. |
I’s thumbin' through the want ads in the |
Shelby County Tribune when this classified advertisement caught my eye. |
It said, «Take imme-di-ate delivery on this '57 Chevrolet half-ton pickup |
truck. |
Will sell or swap for a hide-a-bed and thirty-five bucks…» |