'48 Ford - Steve Wariner

It’s got a window busted, scraped and rusted but it’s beautiful to me

And when it’s flathead roared those running boards saw miles of history

I see the gun rack and hear the crack of my ol' pump twenty-two

That kept all the rabbits running from Post to Idalu

One afternoon in the middle of June we were picnicking at the lake

We were watching a couple of teen-aged boys tempt the hands of fate

When one went down Daddy quickly found his rope inside the door

That boy got a second chance at life in the bed of our '48 Ford

And when the Sunday morning sun came up that pick-up truck would roll

Momma said that that old preacher’s words was medicine for our soul

I was with my Dad when he got it, now he’s gone to his reward

But he left two tons of memories in the shape of a '48 Ford

Well it’d seen some years when we got it now it’s a silent old antique

But all those pictures come to life when I’m sitting in that seat

I remember well my first kiss behind the hardware store

As a young man I was shifting gears in the cab of that '48 Ford

And when the Sunday morning sun came up that pick-up truck would roll

Momma said that that old preacher’s words was medicine for our soul

I was with my Dad when he got it, now he’s gone to his reward

But he left two tons of memories in the shape of a '48 Ford

Yeah I was with my Dad when he got it now he’s gone to his reward

But he left two tons of memories in the shape of a '48 Ford