We got her white
From the factory
But daddy had her

Painted baby blue
She had
A red vinyl interior

That burned my legs
On summer afternoons
She took us

Down to Panama City
And we got sand
All in the seats

And the year
We went out west
She made it up

Pike's Peak

I could go anywhere

In that automobile
My dreams came true
Behind the wheel

No road was too long
No mountain too steep
For me

And my Galaxie 500

Mama said kids

I'll be right back
And left us
In the K-Mart parking lot

On the radio
We heard the news
In Memphis Dr. King

Had just been shot
So late that night
I sat alone

Feet propped up
On the big dashboard
And I cried myself

To sleep again
Like every time before


When I came home
From school one day
In the driveway

Sat a Datsun
With two doors
And I never told

A single soul
How much
I missed that Ford


No road was too long
No valley too deep

For me
And my Galaxie 500