Lyrics

He found her in an old country yard
A classic two-tone ’53
All beat up, broken down, a discard
But in the wink of his rear-view mirror
A poor man’s fantasy.

CHORUS:
Now she’s a good ten-foot paint job
Rolling down the road
All the bondo never showed.
Real good ten-foot paint job
A beauty in her day
Still looks fine from far away.

All his friends thought that he must be blind
All they saw in the relic was the rust
But year after year he paid no mind
‘Cause he knew when he was finished
She’d leave them in the dust.

CHORUS

BRIDGE:
Well, she’ll never win best of show
The numbers don’t match, don’t you know
And the body’s not quite straight
But she’s running on all eight
And when he’s cruising down the boulevard
He knows she’s lookin’ great!

CHORUS –Whistling

He found her in an old country yard
A classic two-tone ’53
All beat up, broken down, driven hard
But in the wink of his rear-view mirror,
He saw what she could be.

CHORUS:
Good ten-foot paint job
Rolling down the road
All the bondo never showed.
Real good ten-foot paint job
A beauty in her day
Still looks fine from far away.