My First Car
At twenty, a sophomore in college
I bought my first car
A forty seven Chevy club coop
It was clean and up to par
Of course, it had to be personalized
So I lowered the rear end
Put on fender skirts and a Smitty
That rumble would make me grin
All the interior lights were blue
I thought that was cool
But everything wasn’t so perfect
At times that car was cruel
The car had what’s called a vacuum shift
A faulty design at best
It would lock in gear, you couldn’t shift
What causes it, a guess?
The only way to get it unlocked
Is to rock it forward and back
That was more than a one person job
It would unlock with a crack
It would happen at the worst of times
Like when I’m out on a date
Asking your date to help rock the car
Didn’t always turn out great
Something special about my first car
Just getting it was a thrill
But at the times when it would lock up
It’s a car I could just kill
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