Lyrics Brand New '64 Dodge - Greg Brown

Brand New '64 Dodge

Money comes out of Dad’s billfold
Hankies come out of Mom’s purse
The engine hardly makes a sound
Even when you put it in reverse
It’s got a push-button transmission, hardtop convertible, 4-door
It’s November of '63
And the brand new Dodge is a '64
And we’re rolling slow down Main Street —
The asphalt and gravel crunch
Church is finally over
And we’re going to have our Sunday lunch
And then I will play football
With my buddies down in park
Later I’ll dream about my girlfriend
As I lie alone in the dark
She’s got short red hair and blue eyes
And her swimsuit’s also blue
And her little brother is retarded
But Jesus loves him, too
And Jesus loves our president
Even though he is a Catholic
There’s a lot for a boy to think about
As he walks along the railroad tracks
And my sister won’t get carsick
'cause we’re going only half a mile
And the car still has that new car smell
And dad looks like he might smile
And the world is big and full of Autumn
And I’m hungry as can be
And we’re in our brand new '64 Dodge
November of '63