’48 Ford Lyrics
'48 Ford - Steve Wariner
It's got a window busted scraped and rusted
But it's beautiful to me
And when it's flathead roared
Those running boards saw miles of history
I see the gun rack and hear
The crack of my ol' pump twenty two
That kept all the rabbits running from post to idalu
One afternoon in the middle of
June we were picnicking at the lake
We were watching a couple of teen aged boys tempt
The hands of fate
When one went down Daddy quickly found his rope
Inside the door
That boy got a second chance at life
In the bed of our '48 Ford
And when the Sunday morning sun came up
That pick up truck would roll
Momma said that that old preacher's words
Was medicine for our soul
I was with my Dad when he got it
Now he's gone to his reward
But he left two tons of memories
In the shape of a '48 Ford
Well it'd seen some years
When we got it now it's a silent old antique
But all those pictures come to life
When I'm sitting in that seat
I remember well my first kiss behind the hardware store
As a young man I was shifting gears
In the cab of that '48 Ford
And when the Sunday morning sun came up
That pick up truck would roll
Momma said that that old preacher's words
Was medicine for our soul
I was with my Dad when he got it
Now he's gone to his reward
But he left two tons of memories
In the shape of a '48 Ford
Yeah I was with my Dad
When he got it now he's gone to his reward
But he left two tons of memories
In the shape of a '48 Ford