1951 Willys Jeep

Back then, it was our only means of transportation You see, It was Mom, Dad and me On an old ranch in New Mexico, where raid drops never fell Most of the time it got us to our destination It's old paint job was a faded blue, it would seat three That little old Jeep had been through some Hell Had a canvas top, went half way to the back A long crack in the wind shield , that I made with my head Flat head four cylinder engine, with guts of a mule And cow feed, it hauled a many a sack I don't know, Dad always wanted to paint it red Year later, I used to drive it to school The spare tire, most of the time it did not have one The other tires, varied on the amount of rubber they had Three speed transmission, four wheel drive, go most anywhere Easy to work on, anyone could make it run It was like a horse for my Dad Sometimes the little old thing just ran on a prayer It was a vehicle that had many uses Could be a horse and turned into a family car It cost $500 and ours to keep Never let us down or made any excuses It was out shining star That little old 1951 Willys Jeep