My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird
|
Put your head on my shoulder
|
Don't say a word
|
We'll cut across town in my Thunderbird
|
|
There's a burial ground
|
Beneath a cattle herd
|
Mr. Henry Ford's building me a Thunderbird
|
|
My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird
|
Put your head on my shoulder
|
Don't say a word
|
We'll cut across the country in my Thunderbird
|
|
We're from Pennsylvania
|
Welsh men of words
|
My daddy drove a Desoto
|
I drive a Thunderbird
|
|
My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird
|
She's the voice of the future
|
Baby, have you heard
|
Tomorrow's taken wing on my Thunderbird
|
|
My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird
|
Put your head on my shoulder
|
Don't say a word
|
We'll cut across town in my Thunderbird
|
|
Got electric windows
|
Tilt away wheel
|
Slide across the bucket seat
|
For that sexy leather feel of
|
|
My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird
|
Put your head on my shoulder
|
Don't say a word
|
We'll cut across town in my Thunderbird
|
|
From the old Volkswagen
|
Back to the Model T
|
A lot of men died
|
Just so you could ride with me in
|
|
My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird
|
She drives like a dream
|
Baby rest assured
|
It don't get any better than a Thunderbird
|
|
My daddy was a salesman
|
My brother was too
|
I would sell anything
|
Just to try to stay with you
|
|
But not my Thunderbird
|
No not my Thunderbird
|
Willy Loman's saying something
|
I can't hear a word
|
I'm going too fast in my Thunderbird
|
|
They make 'em that way
|
Yeah they make 'em that way
|
Well they make 'em that way
|
Yeah they make 'em that way
|
Well they make 'em that way
|
|
-----------------
|
Thunderbird
|
| John Hiatt |
