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Dear Dad - Dave Edmunds

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 everyntime I try

To go and pass a truck,

If I ain't goin' down hill,

Dad, Im, out of luck.

And even if I get by,

It's still a rugged risk,

The way this old Ford

Keep a hitting and 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.

This Ford wiggles

When I'm approaching forty-five/

I have to nurse it along

Like a little suffering 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 both 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.

So Dad, send the money,

See what I can see,

Try to find a Cadillac,

Sixty-two or three.

Just something that won't worry us

To keep it on the road.

Sincerely, your loving son,

Henry Junior Ford.