Riding With Private Malone
I was just out of the service thumbin' through the classifieds
When an ad that said old chevy somehow caught my eye
The Lady didn't know the year or even if it ran
but I had that thousand dollars in my hand.
It was way back in the corner of this old ramshakled barn
With thirty years of dust and dirt on that green army tarp
and when I pulled the cover off, It took away my breath
what she called a chevy was a '66 Corvette
I felt a little guilty as I counted out the bills
but what a thrill I got when I sat behind the wheel.
I opened up the glove box and that?s when I found the note
The date was 1966 this is what he wrote
CHORUS:
He said my name is Private Andrew Malone
and if you?re reading this then I didn't make it home
But for every dream they shattered, another one comes true
this car was once a dream of mine back when it was new
and though you may take her and make her your own
You'll always be rid-ing with Private Malone.
Well it didn?t take me long at all I had her runnin' good
I loved to hear those horses thunder underneath her hood
I had her shining like a diamond and I'd put the ragtop down
All the pretty girls would stop and stare as I drove her though town
The buttons on the radio didn?t seem to work quite right
but it picked up that oldies show especially late at night
I'd get the feelin' sometimes if I turned real quick I'd see
a soldier ridin' shotgun in the seat right next to me...
REPEAT CHORUS
One night it was rainin' hard and I took the curve to fast
I still don?t remember much about the fiery crash
Someone said they thought they saw a soldier pull me out
they didn?t get his name, but I know without a doubt...