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My Old Yellow Car - Dan Seals
Capo 3
C G C F
She weren't much to look at, she weren't much to ride
Am F D G
She was missing a window on her passenger side
C G C F
The floorboard was patched up with paper and tar
Am F G C
But I really was something in my old yellow car
An American boy with his hands on the wheel
Of a dream that was made of American steel
Though the seats had the smell of a nickel cigar
I really was something in my old yellow car
Chorus:
F G Am F
Somewhere in a pile of rubber and steel
Am C D G
There's a rusty old shell of an automobile
F G Am F
And if engines could run on desire alone
C G C
That old yellow car would be driving me home
There's the spot where poor Billy threw up in his date
And where Larry and Sandy could no longer wait
There was no road too winding and no where too far
With two bucks of gas and my old yellow car
Chorus
Take a look at me now throwing money around
I'm paying somebody to drive me downtown
Got a Mercedes Benz with a TV and bar
And God I wish I was driving my old yellow car
God I wish I was driving my old yellow car
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