Silver Thunderbird - Marc Cohn, Blind Boys of Alabama

Watched it coming up Winslow, down South Park Boulevard

Yeah it was looking good from tail to hood

Great big fins and painted steel

Man it looked just like the Batmobile

With my old man behind the wheel

Bridge:

Well you could hardly even see him

In all of that chrome

The man with the plan and the pocket comb

But every night it carried him home

And I could hear him saying

Don’t you gimme no Buick

Son you must take my word

If there’s a God in Heaven

He’s got a silver Thunderbird

You can keep your El Dorados

And the foreign cars absurd

Me I wanna go down

In a silver Thunderbird

He got up every morning while I was still asleep

But I remember the sound of him shuffling around

Right before the crack of dawn

Is when I heard him turn the motor on

But when I got up they were gone

Bridge:

Down the road in the rain and snow

The man and his machine would go

Oh the secrets that old car would know

Sometimes I hear him saying

(I can hear him say)

Don’t you gimme no Buick

(You can take my word)

Son you must take my word

(Me I’m going down)

If there’s a God in Heaven

(Silver Thunderbird)

He’s got a silver Thunderbird

(I still hear him say)

You can keep your El Dorados

(You can take my word)

And the foreign car’s absurd

(Me I’m going down)

Me I wanna go down

(Silver Thunderbird)

In a silver Thunderbird

Ahhh

Ahhh

Ahhh

Ahhh

Bridge:

Down the road in the rain and snow

The man and his machine would go

Oh the secrets that old car would know

I still hear him saying

Don’t you gimme no Buick

Son you must take my word

If there’s a God up in Heaven

He’s got a silver Thunderbird

(I still hear him say)

You can keep your El Dorados

(You can take my word)

And the foreign car’s absurd

(Me I’m going down)

Me I wanna go down

(Silver Thunderbird)

In a silver Thunderbird

(Me I’m going down)

Me I wanna go down

(Silver Thunderbird)

In a silver Thunderbird

Outro:

Ahhh

Ahhh

Ahhh

Ahhh