My Old Yellow Car Dan Seals My Old Yellow Car By Dan Seals Capo 3 She [C]weren't much to [G]look at, she [C]weren't much to [F]ride She was [Am]missing a [F]window on her [D]passenger [G]side The [C]floorboard was [G]patched up with [C]paper and [F]tar But I [Am]really was [F]something in my [G]old yellow [C]car An American boy with his hands on the wheel Of a dream that was made of American steel Though the seats had the smell of a nickel cigar I really was something in my old yellow car C (azchords.com)
