Texty: Bobby Pinson. Man Like Me. Ford Fairlane.

Dust on the dashboard
Rust on the backdoor
Daddy paid cash for that old four door
Ford Fairlane.
Bottle on the floorboard,
butts in the ash tray
where he sat and talked to Mama
after she passed away.
Sittin' on some Goodyears
parked there in the drive way
But he just let it go?

A Hand carved minnow
Hanging from a cane pole
Laying in the trunk getting ready to go
in case we passed a hole we had to fish.

Crack in the window
Where Dad pitched me one soft an low
Had to duck his head
Mama said, I guess he's got the hang of it.
Until now I didn't know,
why he never got that window fixed.

But he just let it go?

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The carburetor needs a kit
The drivers side visor's ripped
It's gettin a little hard to shift
And the knobs are missing off the radio.
It's lost its glossy candy apple shine
The ink is faded on the For Sale Sign
The only driver that car ever owned
First million dollars takes it home.

The three on the tree was tough
My feet barely reached the clutch
But Daddy let me fire it up, back it out and pull it in
Dent in the fender
Sand in the seat where I found the pin that fell from her hair
The night that me and Becky lost it
Sixteen when I stole those keys
I guess he'd been where we'd been
Cuz he just let it go?

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Dust on the dashboard
Rust on the backdoor
Wouldn't take a million dollars for
That old four door Ford Fairlane

(Thanks kjf for these lyrics)