Galaxie 500

We got her white
 From the factory
 But daddy had her
 Painted baby blue
 She had
 A red vinyl interior
 That burned my legs
 On summer afternoons
 She took us
 Down to Panama City
 And we got sand
 All in the seats
 And the year
 We went out west
 She made it up
 Pike's Peak
 I could go anywhere
 In that automobile
 My dreams came true
 Behind the wheel
 No road was too long
 No mountain too steep
 For me
 And my Galaxie 500
 Mama said kids
 I'll be right back
 And left us
 In the K-Mart parking lot
 On the radio
 We heard the news
 In Memphis Dr. King
 Had just been shot
 So late that night
 I sat alone
 Feet propped up
 On the big dashboard
 And I cried myself
 To sleep again
 Like every time before
 When I came home
 From school one day
 In the driveway
 Sat a Datsun
 With two doors
 And I never told
 A single soul
 How much
 I missed that Ford
 No road was too long
 No valley too deep
 For me
 And my Galaxie 500