Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lord, Mr. Ford, artist - Jerry Reed. Date of issue: 30.10.1994
Song language: English
Lord, Mr. Ford |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Come away with me Lucille |
| In my smoking, choking automobile |