| I was just out of the service thumbing through the classifieds
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| When an ad that said:"Old Chevy"somehow caught my eye
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| The lady didn’t know the year, or even if it ran
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| But I had that thousand dollars in my hand
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| It was way back in the corner of this old ramshackle barn
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| Thirty years of dust and dirt on that green army tarp
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| When I pulled the cover off, it took away my breath
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| What she called a Chevy was a sixty six Corvette
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| I felt a little guilty as I counted out the bills
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| But what a thrill I got when I sat behind the wheel
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| I opened up the glove box and that’s when I found the note
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| The date was nineteen-sixty six and this is what it wrote:
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| He said,"My name is Private Andrew Malone"
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| «If you’re reading this, then I didn’t make it home»
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| «But for every dream that shattered, another one comes true»
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| «This car was once a dream of mine, now it belongs to you»
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| «And though you may take her and make her your own»
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| «You'll always be riding with Private Malone»
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| Well it didn’t take me long at all, I had her running good |
| I love to hear those horses thunder underneath her hood
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| I had her shining lika a diamond and I’d put the rag top down
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| All the pretty girls would stop and stare as I drove her through town
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| The buttons on the radio didn’t seem to work quite right
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| But it picked up that oldie show, especially late at night
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| I’d get the feeling sometimes, if I turned real quick I’d see
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| A soldier riding shotgun in the seat right next to me It was a young man named Private Andrew Malone
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| Who fought for his country and never made it home
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| But for every dream that’s shattered, another one comes true
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| This car was once a dream of his, back when it was new
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| He told me to take her and make her my own
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| And I was proud to be riding with Private Malone
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| One night it was raining hard, I took the curve too fast
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| I still dont remember much about that fiery crash
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| Someone said they thought they saw a soldier pull me out
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| They didn’t get his name, but I know without a doubt
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| It was a young man named Private Andrew Malone
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| Who fought for his country and never made it home |
| But for every dream that’s shattered, another one comes true
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| This car was once a dream of his, back when it was new
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| I know I wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t tagged along
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| That night I was riding with Private Malone
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| Oh, thank God, I was riding with Private Malone |