"My Old Yellow Car" lyrics

She weren't much to look at, she weren't much to ride
She was missing a window on the passenger side
The floor boards patched up with paper and tar
But I really want something for my old yellow car

An American girl with her hands on the wheel
Of a dream that is made of a American steel
Oh, the seats have the smell of a nickle cigar
I really want something for my old yellow car

Somewhere in a pile of rubber and steel
There's a rusty old shell of an automobile
And if engines could run on desire alone
That old yellow car would be driving me home

I remembered the song's that the radio played
Loved for the first time your man not afraid
To somebody somewhere you know who you are
I cherish that night in my old yellow car

Somewhere in a pile of rubber and steel
There's rusty old shell of an automobile
And if engine could run on desire alone
That old yellow car would be driving me home

Take a look at me now for when running around
I am paying somebody to drive me downtown
Got a Mercedes Benz with a TV and bar
God I wished I was driving my old yellow car
God I wished I was driving my old yellow car