Andy Budd: Songs

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64 Short-bed by Andy Budd Copyright 2009

She's just an old short-bed, step-side, two-wheel drive
Three speed on the column, a Chevrolet bowtie
She ain't much to look at, but she's filled with memories
I could see a tear in the old man’s eyes when he handed me the key, He said

I ain’t got the strength to drive her, she don't steer easily
I can't push the clutch in, see, I got this old bad knee
treat her right, she’ll run forever, take her out and let her go
She was my brother's pride and joy, some 40 years ago

CHORUS:
She's just an old short-bed, straight-six, two-wheel drive
Three speed on the column, a Chevrolet bowtie
Steel Chains hold the tailgate, an industrial design
She's a workin' truck, for working man from a simpler time

His brother bought her brand new in July ‘64
13 months before he went to fight that asian war
He told him to take care of her as if she was his own
I guess you've figured out his brother never made it home

Repeat Chorus

4 bar instrumental

The old man comes to see her, every now and then
Weathered hands caress the fender, he gets, teary eyed again
He asks me if I'll take him out, for one last ride.
Makes me swear to God I’ll keep, his brother's legacy alive

Repeat Chorus – then repeat last line of chorus

She's just an old short-bed, step-side, two-wheel drive
Three-speed on the column, and a Chevrolet bowtie