I got myself a shiny Chevy band new off the line, but I'd left hard times behind to finally do her fine
But that engine started sputtering, just my rotten luck, so I'm trading that new Chevy for my beat-up old four-truck
First drive out the Chevy stall, right there on Route nine
The radio played static, and the windows wouldn't whine
Took it to the service bay, heard more than I could afford
Now I'm back to relying on my trusty old Ford
Back to the Ford again, coughing smoke but never quits
It's rusty, loud, and shaking, but fits me just like a mitt
Might be old and dirty, but it's got character, boy
I'm driving down that country road, back to my old Ford
Neighbors laughed and pointed when they saw the hood ajar of that shiny silver Chevy parked next to the bar
But with my Ford, I got stories, won't ever feel ignored
Cause every dent and scratch reminds me what life's for
Chevy had those fancy screens and digital delights
But give me a good old radio that crackles through the nights
A new car ain't worth a dime if it can't take no more
So I'm happily sitting in my dusty seat once more
Back to the Ford again, coughing smoke but never quits
It's rusty, loud, and shaking, but fits me just like a mitt
Might be old and dirty, but it's got character, boy
I'm driving down that country road, back to my old Ford
Back to the Ford again, coughing smoke but never quits
It's rusty, loud, and shaking, but fits me just like a mitt
Might be old and dirty, but it's got character, boy
I'm driving down that country road, back to my old Ford