From the recording I'd Like To Leave
Lyrics
I was eight years old in my backyard
Staring at my daddy‘s car
It was a 1959 Cadillac Deville
I would sit inside and pretend it’s mine
He said, she’ll be yours in due time
Promises he’s going to get it running for me, but I know we never will
I used to dream of driving that car down the boulevard
To the edge of town I’m growing older with this guitar
Singing glory hallelujah this car is my free will
But I never got to drive that old 59 Deville
Back in the day that old girl used to cause such a fuss
Now she sits out back just collecting dust
The saddest site my eyes have ever seen
I remember when they finally sold her
All the broken promises I told her
There goes my freedom drive on the back of that flatbed Chevrolet
Well the cars today can’t hold a flame, some try but they never could
Because it’s more than just a matter of what’s underneath the hood
And in the mind of every young man lives a cherry blossom dream
Praying to become reality