* What That Old Ford Taught Me

**Verse 1** ’84 white paint, sunburned hood, Cracked windshield, but she ran real good. Cassette deck blarin’ Skynyrd loud, Me and that girl, lost in the clouds. **Pre-Chorus** That bench seat held more truth than books, Where a boy learns things they don’t teach in school. **Chorus** That old Ford taught me how to live, How to take a punch and how to forgive. How to hold tight when the road got rough, How to mess up big, then man back up. She weren’t perfect, but hell, who is— That old Ford taught me all I missed. **Verse 2** Dent in the fender, smell of gas and pine, Worked two jobs just to keep her mine. Rust on the bumper, mud on the plate, But she rolled through dreams like the Pearly Gate. **Pre-Chorus** Every scar she wore, I wore too, Ain’t a better teacher than a dream come true. **Chorus** That old Ford taught me how to live, How to take a punch and how to forgive. How to hold tight when the road got rough, How to mess up big, then man back up. She weren’t perfect, but hell, who is— That old Ford taught me all I missed. **Bridge (instrumental guitar solo)** *Guitar wails like a memory you can’t outrun.* **Verse 3** Someday I’ll find her, sittin’ out back, Under a tarp, still painted white and cracked. Turn that key, let her rumble again, Hear the ghost of that boy I’ve been. **Final Chorus** That old Ford taught me how to live, How to lose, how to love, how to forgive. Still hear her hummin’ when I close my eyes, Every mile’s a truth I can’t deny. She weren’t perfect, but she was mine— That old Ford taught me just fine. ---