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Dear Dad

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  • Dear Dad, don't get mad,
    What I'm asking for
    Is by the next semester
    Can I get another car ?
    This one here is sick'ning
    On a wide dual road.
    I might as well be walking
    As to drive this old
    Ford. Almost everytime
    I try To go and pass a truck,
    If I ain't goin' down hill,
    Dad, I'm, out of luck.
    And even if
    I get by,
    It's still a rugged risk,
    The way this old
    Ford Keep a hitting and a miss.
    Last week when
    I was driving
    On my way to school,
    I almost got a ticket '
    Bout a freeway traffic rule.
    It's now a violation
    Driving under forty-five,
    And if I push to fifty,
    This here
    Ford will nosedive.
    Dad, I'm in great danger
    Out here trying to drive.
    The way this
    Ford wiggles
    When I'm approaching forty-five/
    I have to nurse it along
    Like a little stubborn pup,
    And cars whizzing by me,
    Dad, look like
    I'm backing up.
    She just don't have the appetite
    For gas somehow,
    And Dad, I got four carburetors
    Hooked up on it now.
    I tried to hook another
    To see if
    I'd do a little good,
    But ain't no place to put it '
    Less I perforate the hood.
    Well Dad, send the money,
    See what I can see,
    Try to find a
    Cadillac,
    A Sixty-two or three.
    Just something that won't worry us
    To keep it on the road.
    Sincerely, your beloved son,
    Henry Junior
    Ford
  • Dear Dad, don't get mad,
    What I'm asking for
    Is by the next semester
    Can I get another car ?
    This one here is sick'ning
    On a wide dual road.
    I might as well be walking
    As to drive this old
    Ford. Almost everytime
    I try To go and pass a truck,
    If I ain't goin' down hill,
    Dad, I'm, out of luck.
    And even if
    I get by,
    It's still a rugged risk,
    The way this old
    Ford Keep a hitting and a miss.
    Last week when
    I was driving
    On my way to school,
    I almost got a ticket '
    Bout a freeway traffic rule.
    It's now a violation
    Driving under forty-five,
    And if I push to fifty,
    This here
    Ford will nosedive.
    Dad, I'm in great danger
    Out here trying to drive.
    The way this
    Ford wiggles
    When I'm approaching forty-five/
    I have to nurse it along
    Like a little stubborn pup,
    And cars whizzing by me,
    Dad, look like
    I'm backing up.
    She just don't have the appetite
    For gas somehow,
    And Dad, I got four carburetors
    Hooked up on it now.
    I tried to hook another
    To see if
    I'd do a little good,
    But ain't no place to put it '
    Less I perforate the hood.
    Well Dad, send the money,
    See what I can see,
    Try to find a
    Cadillac,
    A Sixty-two or three.
    Just something that won't worry us
    To keep it on the road.
    Sincerely, your beloved son,
    Henry Junior
    Ford