A
Redneck Jalopy
It's
a clunker, what a junker
rusty,
dusty, rattles when wind is gustyz
old, full of mold, and cobwebs too
miles
of usage from work and vacations
passed on since invention to four generations
owned
and maintained by limited means
with an interior finished with rags and blue jeans
a
vehicle whose description is beyond redemption
bended body work and dragging suspension
Made it through seasons of hurricanes, twisters, and trials
The
odometer reads 600,000 miles
As it's hitched to a tow truck, tears stream from my eyes
It's
painful enough that even the toughest man cries.
It's
not the smoothest ride,
would help if tires had air inside
shock
absorbers need replacing of course
get a smoother ride riding bareback on a horse
Take
pride cause it's a most rare antique
decorated with colors and patches in a style so unique
raced
by its owner with absolutely no inhibitions
It's not wonder it's in this very sad condition
It's
a reason why legends are born
cattle disperse when hearing its horn
The
subject of music and county folklore
with every tool from a rural hardware store
Every
part shipped from another place
Torn frayed seats need to be replaced
Been
through at least four or five transmissions
Mechanics now consider repairs, impossible missions
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