Mustang

The Red Mustang



The young man saw a 4 Sale sign
On an old Mustang and thought
That has to be mine

He pulled his dad's car to the side of the road
And wondered how that '65 red baby drove

An ol' lady saw him peek his head in
She said I couldn't sell this to you
As she forced a little grin


Bar


You see son, it's been garaged
In that special place in the yard

And every morning I start her up
And drink my coffee there
Thinking of all the good times
That my husband and I had shared

It's been a link between us
For all these many years
And I really hate to sell her
As she wiped away some tears

But now this house is too much for me
And I no longer can hold on to this memory

And somehow I'd like to sell it
To someone who'd understand
That this car must be treated kindly
Even though it's second hand


Bar


He looked at the frail ol' lady
As he walked up and touched her hand
He said, Because I'm just a young kid
Don't think I don't understand

If you'd allow me to buy this car
No matter how far you are
I'll drive by there once a week
So you can drink your coffee
In the passengers seat

And I will go for a nice long walk
So you and your husband can quietly talk


Bar


Well, she sold that red Mustang to him
In hopes that he didn't lie
And every Sunday morning
The young man would drive it by

And now he has a little son
Who's been brought up to understand
No matter how that red car fades
He'll keep it as long as he can

© Elaine Hall
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