Fueling That ‘93 F150

(whoo!) Bought it off a farm road,

fading shade of blue

Two-tone paint job, nineteen ninety-three

Straight-six engine, stubborn through and through

Starts up every morning,

reliable and free

Throw the toolbox in the back

Dust flying

off the gravel track

That old Ford F-one-fifty,

rolling down the lane

Runs on cheap regular,

laughs at the rain With a dent on the tailgate,

mud on the tire

That ninety-three engine is a spark-plug fire! (yeah!)

bench seat worn-out, static on the dial

AM radio singing out our song

Took her cross the county,

put on many a mile

Nothing in this valley

keeps us waiting long

That old Ford F-one-fifty,

rolling down the lane

Runs on cheap regular,

laughs at the rain With a dent on the tailgate,

mud on the tire

That ninety-three engine is a spark-plug fire!

(oh yeah!)

Ninety-three Ford, keep on rolling

(keep on rolling)