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The '65 Newport Ragtop Blues by reggie miles 2003
reggie's Comments: A drivin', vaguely folkish, rockin' blues, it's inspired by my very own midlife Chrysler and my somewhat checkered experiences with my musical pursuits.
Flyin' down the highway,
Loaded for a gig,
My radio is rappin'.
My ragtop is flappin',
To pieces in the wind.
People stare but I don't care,
At my midlife Chrysler sled.
Yeah she's a long, low, lean,
Mean American machine,
And she loves to burn lead.
These one night stands are goin' nowhere.
But what's a poor boy got lose?
My radiator's got a leak.
I'm burnin' oil like a sheik.
I've got the '65 Newport ragtop blues.
Traffic is a jammin',
In the gray overcast.
My 383's puffin' smoke,
My odometer is broke,
I'm goin' nowhere fast.
The rain starts to fallin'.
The wiper's givin' up the ghost.
The steerin' pump is squeelin'.
I gotta bad feelin'.
She won't make the next post.
People say, "Don't play your life away,
Spinnin' yer wheels in those same ol' grooves."
I'm usin' what I got cuz it's all I got to use.
I got the '65 Newport ragtop blues.
People say, "Cut your hair and get a real job."
But then, who's gonna pay my dues?
I just wave, so long, as I pass them by,
With the '65 Newport ragtop blues.