I own the very model T my grandpa used to drive me in
A famous Ford with running board that once was called the Lizzy, Tin
Like those they drove in silent films with Keystone Kops, hilarious
Oft times they'd run 'em off a cliff, or hang on edge, precarious
I got it from my uncle Ward, who kept it stored for many years
When I first saw it, once again, it thrilled me and it brought on tears
He had it in his large garage, in back beneath a canopy
We must've stirred ten pounds of dust unveiling this old memory
Jacked up on blocks of old stone rocks, the fliver still looked nearly new
Tho' no parades for six decades, the tires were inflated, too
Seemed much like going back in time, that Mike Fox in "Back To Future" knew..
I borrowed a big flat-bedded rig, and hauled it to a friend of mine
Who'd strive to make it drivable, he said, "It's gonna' take some time"
Six weeks, phone squeals, voice says, your wheels..are ready, you can get it now
I rushed on over, anxiously, and when I got to see it, Wow!
A brilliant finish, gleaming black..so beautiful, reflecting sun
More like a brand new Model T..I just could not believe the job he'd done..
An opening of shiny doors displays the grand interior
Thank my friend, Lee, and pay his fee..for restore task superior
Each tire cloaks red wooden spokes, I turn the crank, it starts right up
Sounds more than good beneath the hood..the engine purrs just like a pup
I take my friend's suggestion that, now's not the time to drive it back
Can't risk this gem at five PM..it doesn't need a bumper smack
He says he'll load it up again, and haul it on his trailer, home
So I can keep it as it is, without a scratch to paint or chrome
Along the way, light raindrops spray, we stop and cover with a tarp
Drivers irate, on interstate..some shout out, "Move, A$$holes from Aarp!"
Traf-fic's insane, drive in slow lane, a redneck flips us off, and throws a carp..
I'm glad, that fish, my Ford "T" missed, it was a thankful miracle
If it had hit, I'd have lost it, and prob'lly gone hysterical
To keep it from such blemish scum, I think I'd even give my life
Just hope to get it safe back home and show it to my kids and wife
In short, it matters much to me, a macho symbol to us men,
This very lovely Model T my grandpa used to drive me in
The rain lets up and pretty soon, the sun peeks thru and starts to beam
Again we park and pull the tarp, so all can see the flivver gleam
But would you know it, one mile up, we hear a bump and have a flat
Pull off and say it's not our day, To top it off we have no jack..
One kind old lady sees our plight, opens the trunk and lends us hers
We raise the rig off of the ground, but then some more bad luck occurs
I, and my friend are at wits end, though he has hunted everywhere
In truck and tools, dilemma rules, it seems he doesn't have a spare
To say we're pissed off major-gen'rally would be an understate
At times like now, you wonder how on life's big wheel, so low you rate
Crave applesauce, but you're at a loss, there's just sauerkraut upon your plate
We're on a curve, close to the curb, a guard rail limits our safe space
Fast cars out here whiz by so near, we see moles on the drivers face..
Lucky my friend's a member of a heavy duty auto club
They send another tow truck out and load us like a giant sub
I finally arrive at home and show it to my wife and kids,
They dance around excitedly, ask for a ride, and flip their lids
But as we pile in for the trip, I hear a voice, mystically,
"This car, Grandson, shall never move..nobody drives the"T" but me!!"
So, up on blocks, it goes again..but joy of owning has not gone
Displayed in sight, lighted at night, it glimmers proudly from our lawn