Lord, Mr. Ford (2001 Version)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Now, I'm not a man to point or judge To bury a will or to hold a grudge But I think it's time I said a few choice words About that demon – the automobile The metal monster with the polyglass wheels End result of a dream of Henry Ford's Sure, I've got a car that's mine alone That me and the finance company own It's a ready-made pile of manufactured grief If I'm not out of gas in the pouring rain I'm changing a flat in a hurricane And I once spent a weekend lost on a cloverleaf Well, it's not just the smoke of the traffic jam That makes me the bitter fool I am But that four-wheelеd buggy's a dollar in me to death Pour gas, oil, fluids and greasе And wires, and tires, and antifreeze And them accessories, well son, that's something else You can get stereo tape and a color TV Backseat bar and reclining seats On top of those "easy" monthly payments I figure that over a period of time This $20,000 car of mine cost $97,000.48 [Chorus] Well Lord, Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see What your simple horseless carriage has become Well, it seems your contribution to man To say the least, got a little out of hand Lord, Mr. Ford, what have you done? [Verse 2] Now, the average American father and mother Own one whole car and half of another And I'll bet that half a car is a trick to drive But the thing that amazes me, I guess Is the way we measure a man's success By the kind of automobile he can buy Well it's red light, green light, traffic cop Right turn, no turn, must turn, stop Get out the credit card, it's time for gas! All the cars of the world placed end-to-end Would reach to the moon and back again And there'd probably be some fool who'd pull out to pass [Chorus] Lord, Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see What your simple horseless carriage has become [Verse 3] Oh, how I yearn for the good old days Without that carbon monoxide haze Hanging over that roar on the interstates Well, if the One that made the moon and stars Would've meant for me and you to have cars He'd have seen that we was born with a parking space [Chorus] And Lord, Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see What your simple horseless carriage has become This world was once a garden spot But now it's just one big parking lot Lord, Mr. Ford, what have you done? [Outro] Come away with me, Lucille In my smoking, choking, naughty mobile...