Song Length |
4:04 |
Genre |
Country - Bluegrass, Folk - Bluegrass |
Lyrics
My dad loved to travel so after the war,
he bought the car of his dreams
Hitched up a tailer he built on his own,
headed for mountains and streams
Three kids in the back with the seat folded down,
he could drive all through the night
Mom sang the words while Dad played slide harp,
they had our future in sight.
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A Forty-nine Studebaker made his dreams come true
Bought the year that I was born, we were both brand new
That car kept me safe inside, while I was growing up
In the back seat of a Forty-nine Studebaker
At rest stops we'd eat cold Spam sandwiches,
and drink luke-warm lemonade
We'd walk the dog whle stretching our legs,
cool grass in green shade
At night when we stopped we'd pitch our tent,
and break out the sleeping bags
Play cards round the table gin rummy and hearts,
next day we'd stop at Six Flags
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In the morning my Dad would make pancakes,
hot cocoa and fried Spam
The smell of coffee and cigarettes
would drift across the land
Back on the road we'd sing old songs,
Dinah Won't You Blow
Burma Shave signs we'd read out loud
as to our next stop we'd go
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At the lake of the woods, mosquitos were bad,
I had bites everywhere
But at the Grand Canyon I loved the snow
and every time we were there
We'd camp for weeks out in the fresh air,
life of a gypsy band,
Then we'd be off on the road again,
Thermos of coffee in hand
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