C.w. Mccall - Classified Lyrics
(bill fries, chip davis)Is thumbin through the want ads in the shelby county tribune when this classified advertisement caught my eye. it said, take imme-di-ate delivery on this 57 chevrolet half-ton pickup trWill sell or swap for a hide-a-bed and thirty-five bucks. call one-four-oh, ring two, and ask for bob.Well, I called bob up on the telephone, he says, hello, this is bob speakin. I says this here the bob got the pickup truck for sale? he says, yeah. I says, &Where are ya? he says, fourteen east on county 12, turn right on the one-lane gravel road, you can park in the yard, beware of the dog, wipe your feet off, knock three times, and briUr billfold.Well, I tooled on east on county 12, turned right on the one-lane gravel road, and I parked in the yard and a german shepherd come out and grabbed onto my leg. then I knocked three times and wipFeet, the dog let go and the screen door opened and bob come out and says whaddya want? I says, come to see your truck. he says, follow me. come on, frank. (Name is frank.)Well, we all went past the chicken house, through the hog pen, down to the tractor shed, and then wound up in back of the barn in a field of cowpies. and settin right there in a pool of greaseHalf-ton chevy pickup truck with a 1960 license plate, a bumper sticker says vote for dick and brillo box full of rusty parts, and bob says whaddya think? .Well, I kicked the tires and I got in the seat and set on a petrified apple core and found a bunch of field mice livin in the glove compartment. he says, her shaft is bent and her rear enKs, you can fix her quick with an oily rag. use a nail as a starter; I lost the key. dont pay no mind to that whirrin sound. she use a little oil, but outside a that, shes cherry.I says, whatll take? he says, whatve you got? I says, twenty-eight dollars and fifteen cents. he says, you got a deal. sign here, Ill go get the titlA can full of gas. I put the nail in the slot and fired er up; she coughed and belched up a bunch a smoke and I backed her right through the hog pen into the yard.Well, frank jumped in and bit my leg and I beat him off with a crowbar. he jumped on out and the door fell off and the left front tire went flat. I jacked it up and patched the tube and frank toPiece of my shirt off. then bob come out and called him off and says you betterd get on out of here.I went left on the one-lane gravel road, went fourteen west on county 12. took two full quarts of forty-weight oil just to get her to the conoco station. and I pulled up to the regular pump andHarold sykes and his kid come out. he says, Ive seen better stuff at junkyards and whered you ever get that truck?I says, thats a long story, harold. is thumbin through the want ads in the shelby county tribune when this classified advertisement caught my eye. it said, take imme-di-ate deliveThis 57 chevrolet half-ton pickup truck. will sell or swap for a hide-a-bed and thirty-five bucks...
