chrisharris
King of Bling
I don't know how to embed stuff. Tune is here:
https://soundcloud.com/honestmango/old-yeller
I wrote this years ago. Any feedback on the mix would be appreciated.
OLD YELLER
Standing abandoned in my driveway,
Up on blocks, a sore to the eye,
Always reminds me of the highways,
I rode when I was a kid and Dad would drive
We used to call Dad’s car “Old Yeller”
With Golden velour and a cracked windshield,
Every time we begged him to sell her,
He’d just gap the plugs, change the oil, she’d be healed.
CHORUS
We called her Old Yeller
Mom Begged him to sell her
But he never did tell her he would
Because the 3rd engine’s a charm
And the paint’s still good
He kept a cigarette lit between the fingertips
Of his one hand on the wheel
Not many would try to do 105 in a gold Oldsmobile,
She could run, run…but we just made fun
Cruise control and power windows
Neither one worked after ‘86
But those were just luxuries I suppose
Just about everything else, Dad could fix.
REPEAT CHORUS
Bridge – Now we live in an age where nothing lasts
God forbid you be out of style
She’s just been wastin away, since he passed
I keep thinking she’s good for a few more miles
We’d go out past the turnoff to Hwy 31,
With my little brother in the backseat,
And me shotgun,
At 110 I’d see a hint of a grin
On his leathered, weathered face
He left the red and blues,
In the rear view
Like they were standing in place
REPEAT CHORUS
https://soundcloud.com/honestmango/old-yeller
I wrote this years ago. Any feedback on the mix would be appreciated.
OLD YELLER
Standing abandoned in my driveway,
Up on blocks, a sore to the eye,
Always reminds me of the highways,
I rode when I was a kid and Dad would drive
We used to call Dad’s car “Old Yeller”
With Golden velour and a cracked windshield,
Every time we begged him to sell her,
He’d just gap the plugs, change the oil, she’d be healed.
CHORUS
We called her Old Yeller
Mom Begged him to sell her
But he never did tell her he would
Because the 3rd engine’s a charm
And the paint’s still good
He kept a cigarette lit between the fingertips
Of his one hand on the wheel
Not many would try to do 105 in a gold Oldsmobile,
She could run, run…but we just made fun
Cruise control and power windows
Neither one worked after ‘86
But those were just luxuries I suppose
Just about everything else, Dad could fix.
REPEAT CHORUS
Bridge – Now we live in an age where nothing lasts
God forbid you be out of style
She’s just been wastin away, since he passed
I keep thinking she’s good for a few more miles
We’d go out past the turnoff to Hwy 31,
With my little brother in the backseat,
And me shotgun,
At 110 I’d see a hint of a grin
On his leathered, weathered face
He left the red and blues,
In the rear view
Like they were standing in place
REPEAT CHORUS
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