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[Performed by Lita Ford]
Went to a party last Saturday night, didn't get laid I got in a fight. uh-huh, it ain't no big thing. Late for my job
A piece of my childhood will never be forgotten

It was just an old plywood boat
A '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy two hands on the wheel
I
rotten
A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten

It was just on old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy two
rotten
A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten

It was just on old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy two
Old Blue Ford
Music & Lyrics by Delma Carl Suggs

The paint is faded
On this old mottled skin,
With bubbles of rust
Pushing up from within.
of hours

You go fishin', tell y' what to do
Go set down by the grassy dew
Take a piece of string, tie it on yo' pole
And throw it way out in th' middle
for a couple of hours

You go fishin', tell y' what to do
Go set down by the grassy dew
Take a piece of string, tie it on yo' pole
And throw it way
for a couple of hours

You go fishin', tell y' what to do
Go set down by the grassy dew
Take a piece of string, tie it on yo' pole
And throw it way
This Ford is just a loner my real car's a Cadillac
I got a three story mansion servant's quarters in the back
I am faithful to you baby no matter
of the lake
It was some jump, boy I got sunk
Kind of baptized on credit

Fishing down by the muddy bank
And I felt a pull and I give a big yank
I drug out
when he went there to get her
Put on a shine, put on a motor
Built out of love, made for the water
Ran her for years, till the transom got rotten
A piece
when he went there to get her
Put on a shine, put on a motor
Built out of love, made for the water
Ran her for years, till the transom got rotten
A piece
when he went there to get her
Put on a shine, put on a motor
Built out of love, made for the water
Ran her for years, till the transom got rotten
A piece
the sheepskin black
With the "Rest in Peace, Rob One" piece on the back, yeah

Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate
Four by four,
To 'phatness' like this 
 
From one story the cowboy was founded 
I'm surrounded by Casual, and Whitey Ford, the whole world and your girl 

From the Bay
time piece
You get stampeded by the wildabeast
A rap dast' plus tracks black like Chow Yun Fat
Oppositional forces get their eardrums flat
Common
(ian hunter/darrel bath)

(transcribed by colin ford)

On the avenue of dead umbrellas
In a place where nothin' sleeps
No one's pickin' up the pieces
happens huh, a man's respected by his actions
It's the karma of the street, you try to meet the karma
While the karma sleep, yo it's deep, but the karma
three old rubber boots
A Ford radiator an' a Chevrolet coop
(Nothin' but Junk so I handed it in for National Defence)

Settin' in a boat with a bucket
to do, 
Go set down by the grassy dew, 
Take a piece of string, tie it on yo' pole, 
Throw it way out in th' middle of th' hole. 
Find you a good shady
always in the rearview
I only ever stay for a second
There’s always shit to do

My recent bio reads I’ve been split into a thousand pieces
With
time piece
You get stampeded by the wildabeast
A rap dast' plus tracks black like Chow Yun Fat
Oppositional forces get their eardrums flat
Common
invented a tube
He was sad because it sprung a little leak
He said, "Darn it, when I hold my tube on a piece of paper,
The ink leaks out and makes
know we know that you go low
And you won't speak

When mi ask him why you doin it
He couldn't reply
Saw mi tek off piece and feel di deply
Mi nuh
the chill
And he said he heard the angels singing 'Cabin on the Hill'
Through the springtime he was groaning 'The good times are past and gone'
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