It's dangerous to compare men with Antiques. Antiques last a lot longer!
acoustic
blues
folk rock
soft rock
folk music
muse
cowboy
frogg
frogg hollow
charles consaul
not elvis
torro sappo
blues you can use
coffeeholic
songs about texas
no mexico zone
love songs for cynics
sarcasm spoken here
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Story behind the song
We were talking about being over the hill (you know, where you get your first glimpse of the MOUNTAIN) and I said something to the effect of "If I was a 55 Chevy, I'd be an antique by now!" and whoever I was talking to replied, "If you were anything, you'd be a 69 Volkswagan and you'd be sawed in half, sitting in a GAP somewhere!" My response was weak, but I think it was similar to "Yeah, well at least I'd be named Herbie!"
Lyrics
Fifty Five Chevy
Charles W - T Consaul
1. She says that I can't start it up anymore
And if I don't change soon, then it's straight out the door
I can't begin to understand your point of view
Is this a phase of love that we've been going through?
C: If I was a fifty five Chevy
You would drive me down the road in style
You'd fuss over me the way a
Mother fusses over her own Baby Child
And when I hit a Hundred Thousand
You might get out and push me down the road a mile
Istead of junking me out
And leaving me in one big broken hearted pile
2. I'm just another average middle aged man
I take care of business any way that I can
You get the best these calloused hands can provide
I guarantee you won't get taken for a ride
C2: But if I was a fifty five Chevy
You might spend some time restoring me
You'd trim some rust off my edges
And fix up my chrome the way it ought to be
You don't run a classic to the ground
If I had an engine you would see
But to you, I'm a broken down buggy
That's expired with my warranty
3. You say that I am just an old chug-a-lug
But you don't give me no gas
And there's no spark in my plug
I wish you'd go ahead and turn me in
The way you drive me to death
Is just a sorry old sin