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