Lord, Mr. Ford (video)

Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them

gas drinking, piston clinking, air polluting, smoke belching,

four wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention !

I'm about to sing you a song, son !

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G

1. Well, I'm not a man appointed judge,

C

to bear ill-will and hold a grudge,

G D

but I think it's time I said me a few choice words.

G

All about that demon automobile,

C

a metal box with the polyglass wheel,

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the end result to the dream of Henry Ford.

D

Well, I've got a car that's mine alone,

C

that me and the finance company own,

G D

a ready made pile of manufactured grief.

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And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring rain,

C

I'm a-changing a flat in a hurricane,

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I once spent three days lost on a cloverleaf.

A7

Well, it ain't just the smoke and the traffic jam

that makes me the bitter fool I am,

D

but this four wheel buggy is a-dollaring me to death.

A7

For gas and oils and fluids and grease,

and wires and tires and anti-freeze,

D

and them accessories, well, honey, that's something else.

G

2. Well, you can get a stereo tape and a color tv,

C

get a backseat bar and reclining seats,

G D

and just pay once a month, like you do your rent.

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Well, I figured it up and over a period of time,

C

this four thousand dollar car of mine,

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costs fourteen thousand dollars and ninety-nine cents.

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Well, now, Lord, Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see,

D

what your simple horseless carriage has become.

G

Well, it seems your contribution to man,

C

to say the least, got a little out of hand,

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well, Lord, Mr. Ford, what have you done !

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G

3. Now the average American father and mother,

C

own one whole car and half another,

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and I bet that half a car is a trick to buy, don't you ?

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But the thing that amazes me I guess,

C

is the way we measure a man's success,

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by the kind of an automobile he can afford to buy.

A7

Well, now, red light, green light, traffic cop,

right turn, no turn, must turn, stop,

D

get out the credit card, honey, we're out of gas !

A7

Well, now all the car's placed end to end

would reach to the moon and back again,

D

and there'd probably be some poor fool pull out to pass.

G

4. Well, now, how I yearn for the good old days,

C

without that carbon monoxide haze

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a-hanging over the roar of the interstate.

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Well, if the Lord that made the moon and stars,

C

would have meant for me and you to have cars,

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he'd have seen that we was all born with a parking space.

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Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see,

D

what your simple horseless carriage has become !

G G7

Well, it seems your contribution to man,

C

to say the least, got a little out of hand,

- G D G

Well, Lord, Mr. Ford, what have you done !

G

+ Come away with me Lucille

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in my smoking, choking automobile !

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(orig. = capo 4th) (Jerry Reed)