Thursday, July 13, 2006

Lord Mr. Ford

How many of you remember this song?

LORD, MR. FORD
(Dick Feller)
Jerry Reed - 1973

Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas drinking, piston clinking, air polluting, smoke belching, four wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention; I'm about to sing your song son.

Well, I'm not a man appointed judge
To bear ill-will and hold a grudge
But I think it's time I said me a few choice words
All about that demon automobile
A metal box with the polyglass wheel
The end result to the dream of Henry Ford.

Well, I've got a car that's mine alone
That me and the finance company own
A ready made pile of manufactured grief
And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring rain
I'm a-changing a flat in a hurricane
I once spent three days lost on a cloverleaf
Well, it ain't just the smoke and the traffic jam
That makes me the bitter fool I am
But this four wheel buggy is a-dollaring me to death
For gas and oils and fluids and grease
And wires and tires and anti-freeze
And them accessories, well honey that's something else
Well, you can get a stereo tape and a color tv
Get a backseat bar and reclining seats
And just pay once a month, like you do your rent
Well, I figured it up and over a period of time
This four thousand dollar car of mine
Costs fourteen thousand dollars and ninety-nine cents

Well, now 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
Well, Lord Mr. Ford, what have you done

Now the average American father and mother
Own one whole car and half another
And I bet that half a car is a trick to buy, don't you?
But the thing that amazes me I guess
Is the way we measure a man's success
By the kind of an automobile he can afford to buy
Well now, red light, green light, traffic cop
Right turn, no turn, must turn, stop
Get out the credit card honey, we're out of gas
Well, now all the car's placed end to end
Would reach to the moon and back again
And there'd probably be some fool pull out to pass
Well now, how I yearn for the good old days
Without that carbon monoxide haze
A-hanging over the roar of the interstate
Well, if the Lord that made the moon and stars
Would have meant for me and you to have cars
He'd have seen that we was all born with a parking space

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
Well, Lord Mr. Ford, what have you done
Come away with me Lucille
In my smoking, choking automobile
****************************

That is a funny song. I was thinking about it today and comparing the difference now to how far cars have come and the price to what they were then when this song was sung in 1973. Things sure have changed in 33 years!!

13 Comments:

Blogger Raggedy said...

Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz, my friends all have Porsches I must make amends.
Your song reminded me of that song.
Have a wonderful day!
*^_^
(=':'=) meow hugs
(")_ (")Š from da Raggedy one

7:18 PM  
Blogger Abandoned in Pasadena said...

You can hardly buy a good used car for that price now. And he called it a gas guzzling automobile then?
Wouldn't he be surprised at what has happened in 33 years.

Loved the song.

7:20 PM  
Anonymous happy and blue 2 said...

The song is funny. And if it was written today it would be just depressing, tee,hee..

8:19 PM  
Blogger Jim said...

I liked the Janis Joplin song, I liked her too, she was a nice--in her own ways--Texas girl.
In 1973 I bought Mrs. Jim a 1972 Ford Pinto program car for $1400 plus a few bucks.
..

9:01 PM  
Blogger 4evergapeach said...

I love Jerry Reed but I had never heard of that song. Now I'm going to have to try and find it so I can listen to it. It is very appropriate for todays fuel situation. Hope all it good with you.

4:48 AM  
Blogger 4evergapeach said...

Hope all is good with you....(it's early and I'm still on my first cup of coffee)

4:50 AM  
Blogger Fred said...

I don't remember it. I guess my mind is starting to go.

9:33 AM  
Blogger Jamie Dawn said...

I don't remember ever hearing this song. My dad listened to some Jerry Reid music, so I did hear some of his stuff over the years. I liked it too.

That moth is so neat looking.

A hummingbird got trapped in our garage today, and the little fella would not fly out, no matter what we did. He refused to fly low enough to get outside the garage door. He got so tired out, that he started falling down to the ground. We finally were able to coax him out at that point with a broom. I hope he is okay.

2:16 PM  
Blogger Nyx said...

Haven't heard of it but times definitely have changed.

11:07 PM  
Blogger Jim said...

Rachel -- I just came from Cliff's.

A berm is used in sports terminology. It is a pile of dirt, rounded off and elevated.
Skiers jump from berm of berm or go around them. Similar to 'mogul skiing'. Google 'mogul ski' to find the basics.
Golfers treat them mostly as a hazzard as they are elevated, generally have tall grass, and sometime you can't see your target because you are on the back downhill side.
..

9:13 AM  
Blogger Cliff Morrow said...

I loved that song. Good one Rachel.

9:50 AM  
Blogger FRIDAY'S CHILD said...

Just dropping to say hello and thanks for visiting.

6:33 PM  
Blogger rebecca said...

Hey, thanks for checking out my blog! Thought I'd see what you've got... What a good song...

9:51 PM  

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