My Old Yellow Car – Dan Seals – letras

She weren’t much to look at, she weren’t much to rideShe was missing a window on her passenger sideThe floorboard was patched up with paper and tarBut I really was something in my old yellow carAn American boy with his hands on the wheelOf a dream that was made of American steelThough the seats had the smell of a nickel cigarI really was something in my old yellow carSomewhere in a pile of rubber and steelThee’s a rusty old shell of an automobileAnd if engines could run on desire aloneThat old yellow car would be driving me homeThere’s the seat where poor Billy threw up in his dateAnd where Larry and Sally could no longer waitThere was no road too winding and nowhere too farWith two bucks of gas and my old yellow carSomewhere in a pile of rubber and steelThee’s a rusty old shell of an automobileAnd if engines could run on desire aloneThat old yellow car would be driving me homeTake a look at me now throwing money aroundI’m paying somebody to drive me downtownGot a Mercedes Benz with a TV and barAnd God I wish I was driving my old yellow carGod I wish I was driving my old yellow car