Drives Out Good

© Harold Fethe 2009

My father taught me everything
But I never wrote it down
He ran a big used car lot
In a rough old part of town

He said what you want, and what you need
Are very different, son
And that candy-colored ragtop
It’s really not the one

You see the tires are worn and the back seat’s torn
And the tranny smells like smoke
The radiator’s fixin' to give it up
And the speedo cable’s broke

But we’re gonna move it some day soon
To a male under thirty-five
He’ll hit the corner and drop the clutch
Just as sure as you’re alive, because it

CHORUS
Drives out good
Yes, it drives out good
It’s a hell of a deal
On a set of wheels
Stamped from the finest
Dee-troit steel
If all you’re thinkin’
Is how it feels, well it
Drives Out Good

He sold cars to moonshine smugglers
To carneys, clowns and jugglers
He’d sit ‘em in the seat
And then put ‘em on the street


He said, “I have never told a lie
But I’ve roughed the truth up some
I can’t stand indecision,
I gotta help ‘em find the one!

Maybe it’s looks, maybe it’s speed
Maybe the top goes down
Maybe the effect on the opposite sex
When he drives it way downtown

It may be cool upholstery
Or Pocahontas on the hood
But he won’t sign on the dotted line
Unless it drives out good

CHORUS
Yes, it drives out good
It drives out good
It’s a hell of a deal
On a set of wheels
Stamped from the finest
Dee-troit steel

If all you’re thinkin’is how it feels…

If you can’t wait to get your hands on the wheel…

If you done decided to skip a few meals…

Well, It Drives Out Good