My Old Ford

Of my old ford they all make fun, they said she was born about 1901;

Well, maybe she was, but this I'll bet, she's good for many a long mile yet.

The windshield's gone, and the radiator leaks, the fan blet's loose, and the horsepower squeaks;

With a rattle in the front, and a grind in the rear, and a Chinese puzzle for a steering gear.

She makes noise, and the bolts are loose, but she gets 30 miles on a gallon of juice

If I can't get gasoline, I'll burn kerosene; I've ever driven her on paris green.

But when you buy other cars, you get a lot of tools, extra parts and a book of rules;

But all I've carried, for the last 30 years, has been a wire cutter and a pair of shears.

But I hope I live to see the day when she breaks up, like the one-horse sleigh;

Then. if Henry Ford stays in the game, I'll but me another one by the same old name.