Thirteen Quart Weekend
There once was a time when that car wasn't mine.
And as far as I was concerned that was just fine.
But then I grew up and I wanted to drive.
And that first weekend made me feel so alive.
A 66 Chevy Impala, four door.
By a young man's standard's, it was something to adore.
But the engine leaked oil.
But my fun it wouldn't spoil.
13 quarts, she did drink those two days.
I know you would think that my heart would just sink.
But my Dad fixed her up in a blink.
An oil sending unit was what she did need.
To stop the incessant oil drinking greed.
I made some nice memories in that splendid car.
Just driving round town, didn't have to go far.
I sold her for just as much as I paid.
That car did me right, to just get betrayed.
Copyright © Robert Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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