PROJECT
BY FLINT CHRISTENSEN
THIS TIRED PIECE OF METAL
IN MY GARAGE IT SAT
WHILE I JUST STARED AND BEAMED
"HEY HUN WHATCHA THINK OF THAT?"
I’M SURE IT WAS A ‘46
THOUGH NO VIN WAS IN SIGHT
AND MUCH TO HER CHAGRIN
I STARTED WORK ON IT THAT NIGHT
IT’S A WONDER TO THIS DAY
THAT IT SURVIVED IT’S TRUE
WITH MORE THERE THAT WAS MISSING
WHERE THE FLOOR BOARDS WENT WHO KNEW?
THE FENDERS HELD THE BODY ON
BUT ONLY JUST SO-SO
AND HOW IT STAYED IN ONE PIECE
I GUESS WE’LL NEVER KNOW
THE BRAND NEW CHEVY BLAZER SEATS
LOOKED ODD IN THIS OLD WRECK
WHEN I STARTED DISASSEMBLE
I KNEW I’S UP TO MY NECK
OH THE HOURS SPENT OUT GRINDING
AND STRAITENING THE FRAME
IT’S ALL I COULD DO FROM GOING MAD
AND DARN NEAR HALF INSANE
IT DIDN’T COST ME MUCH AT ALL
TO PUT THIS THING TOGETHER
I TOOK HALF THE MONEY FROM MY WIFE
THE REST FROM OLDER BROTHER
OH BOY YOU SHOULD HAVE HEARD IT
WHEN THE ENGINE CAME TO LIFE!
AND NEARLY TOOK MY ARM OFF
WAS IT WORTH ALL THE STRIFE?
I TRIED TO DO A GOOD RESTORE
BUT THE MORE I SANDED DOWN
THE LESS AND LESS MY JEEP WAS LEFT
TILL ALL I HAD WAS THE GROUND
I HAD A BODY SHIPPED FROM PHILLY
AND THE TRANS FROM ABILEEN
BUT MOST OF ALL THE NUTS AND BOLTS
FROM THE J C WHITTNEY MAGAZINE
IN FACT THE ONLY PART THAT’S LEFT
ORIGINAL AT ALL
IS THE PASSENGER FRONT TIRE
WHICH I’LL SWITCH OUT IN THE FALL
IT DRIVES REAL GOOD, I MUST CONFESS
WITH ALL MY WORK AT STAKE
NOW IF I CAN ONLY MAKE IT STOP
I GUESS I’LL NEED A BRAKE
MY YOUNGEST TRIED TO HELP ME
AND IT’S TRUE I SURE DO LOVE HER
IT WAS, I SWEAR, AN ACCIDENT
THE TIME I RAN HER OVER
I’LL NEVER FIGURE OUT
WHY MY SWEETY GOT IRATE
WHEN A BROUGHT ANOTHER BEAUTY HOME
A CLASSIC ‘68
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