DEAR DAD (Chuck Berry) CHUCK BERRY (CHESS 1926, 1965) Hey dad, don't get mad, what I'm asking for Is by the next semester, can I get another car This one here is sickening on a wide new road I might as well be walking as to drive this old Ford Almost everytime I tried to go and pass a truck I find going down hill that I'm out of luck And even if I get by, still a rugged risk The way this old Ford keep a hittin' and a miss Last week when I was driving on my way to school I almost got a ticket 'bout a freeway traffic rule It's now a violation drivin' under forty-five And if I push to fifty, this here Ford will nosedive Dad, I'm in great danger, out here tryin' to drive The way this Ford wiggles when I'm approaching forty-five I'll have to nurse it long like a little stuffened pup The cars racing by me dad, looks like I'm backin' up It just don't have the appetite for gas somehow And dad, I got four carburetors hooked up on it now I tried to hook another, see if it do a little good But ain't no place to put it, unless I perforate the hood So dad, send the money, see what I can see Try to find a Cadillac, a sixty-two or three Just something that won't worry us to keep it on the road Sincerely, your beloved son, Henry Jr. Ford |