I don't usually have feelings about inanimate objects, but some things just grab your heart.
That Old Car Owes Us Nothing.
That old car owes us nothing
It's paid us back a hundred times
Pulled us along lifes highway
Past slip roads and danger signs.
Now I won't sigh, and I won't cry
Maybe get a lump in my throat
That old car owes us nothin.
It kept this family on the road.
We bought it in the early Fall
The week before we wed
And the guys tied boots and tin cans
On the fender for a bet.
And we drove into the future
And that well remembered bed.
The first time we went camping
It dragged it's ass up the hills
Sank its self into the mud
Right up to the sills.
"What a stupid car" I thought
As I paid the recovery bill.
And I struggled with the seat belts
When the baby chair wouldn't fit
You stood with Kate in your arms
While the charge nurse sorted it.
But the car, it got us home
You, Kate and the baby raising kit.
There were sad times too
When old John died
I was the only one he knew
And the best I can say is I tried
But the old car drove his ashes
To lie by the ocean-side.
But it's old and sad and done now
I can't get it to start
And the lights haven't lit in a year now
Seems the spark plugs just won't spark.
Guess I'll frown as they tow the car away,
Prob'ly strip it out for parts.