Driving down the road in my sixty three Ford(True story)
Driving around town in my sixty three ford
Written By D.A.M
05-20-07
Driving down the road
in my sixty three ford
with my top down
on a Saturday morning
feeling the wind
blowing through my hair
I was just eighteen
and I felt like I was
on top of the world
behind the wheel
driving around town
on a bright and sunny day
I sure do miss those days
in so many ways
When I was young
and having so much fun
and driving down the road
with my top down
in my sixty three ford
Gasoline was
thirty nine cents a gallon
and every penny of it
was well spent
I could go
any where I wanted to
and I never got bored
Those were the good old days
when I had so much fun
driving around town
with my top down
in my sixty three ford
And without fail
wouldn't you know it
When I got done
I always ended up
with a really bad sunburn.
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