The Car

"Boy, I'd love to have that car,"

I whispered to my Dad

"I've always heard a mustang flies!

We could fix it up and make it new again

All it needs is just a little time"

Since Momma passed away

He's always workin' overtime

I know that he can not afford to buy that car

Even though he'd love to make it mine

It's not the car that I'm needin'

Just a chance to be with him

I know that once these days roll past us

They will never come again

So little time, and we spend way too much apart

There would always be a part of us

Together in that car

Finally let go of that dream

And the time we could have shared

It was a distant memory

Until last fall a call came sayin' Dad was gone

Could I come quick, he left a note for me

Buried Dad right next to Mom

Up on Crowley's Ridge

'N' there I said my last goodbye

I opened up he note and found a set of keys

"Here's your car son, I hope it flies!"

It's not the car you're needin'

But it's my chance to be with you

I hope you understand I always did

The best that I could do

So little time, and we spent way too much apart

Now there will always be a part of us

Together in that car

Yes, there will always be a part of us