Lord, Mr. Ford Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
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Well, if you're one of the millions
who own one of them
gas-drinking, piston-clinking, air-polluting,
smoke-belching, four-wheeled buggies
from Detroit City, then pay attention
I'm about to sing your song song
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[Verse 1]
Well, [G]I'm not a man appointed judge
To [C]bear ill-will and hold a grudge
But I [G]think it's time
I said me a few choice [D]words
All a[G]bout that demon automobile
A [C]metal box with the polyglass wheel
The [G]end result to a [D]dream of Henry [G]Ford
Well [D]I've got a car that's mine alone
That [C]me and the finance company own
A [G]ready-made pile of manufactured [D]grief
And if I [G]ain't out of gas in the pouring rain
I'm a-[C]changin' a flat in a hurricane
I [G]once spent three days [D]lost on a clover[G]leaf
Well it [A]ain't just the smoke and the traffic jam
That makes me the bitter fool I am
But this four-wheel buggy is
A-dollaring me to [D]death
For [A]gas and oils and fluids and grease
And wires and tires and anti freeze
And them accessories
Well honey, that's something [D]else
Well you can get a [G]stereo tape and a color TV
Get a [C]back-seat bar and reclining seats
[G]And just pay once a month,
like you do your [D]rent
Well [G]I figured it up and over a period of time
This [C]four thousand dollar car of mine
Costs [G]fourteen thousand [D]dollars
And ninety-nine [G]cents, well now

[Chorus 1]
[D]Lord Mr. Ford, I just [C]wish that you could [G]see
What your simple horseless carriage
has be[D]come
Well it [G]seems your contribution to man
To [C]say the least, got a little out of hand
[G]Well Lord Mr. [D]Ford what have you [G]done

[Solo 1]
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[Verse 2]
Now the [G]average American father and mother
Own [C]one whole car and half another
[G]And I bet that half a car is a
[D]Trick to buy, don't you
But the [G]thing that amazes me, I guess
Is the [C]way we measure a man's success
By the [G]kind of automo[D]bile
he can af[G]ford to buy
Well now, [A]red light, green light, traffic cop
Right turn, no turn, must turn, stop
Get out the credit card honey,
we're out of [D]gas
Well now, [A]all the cars placed end to end
Would reach to the moon and back again
And there'd probably be some
Fool pull out to [D]pass
Well now, [G]how I yearn for the good old days
With[C]out that carbon monoxide haze
A-[G]hanging over the roar of the inter[D]state
Well if the [G]Lord that made
the moon and stars
Would have [C]meant for me
and you to have cars
He'd have [G]seen that
we were all [D]born with a parking [G]space

[Chorus 2]
[D]Lord Mr. Ford, I just [C]wish that you could [G]see
What your simple horseless carriage
has be[D]come
Well it [G]seems your contribution to man
To [C]say the least, got a little out of hand
[G]Well Lord Mr. [D]Ford what have you [G]done

[Outro 1]
Come a[G]way with me Lucille
In my [A]smoking, choking [D]automo[G]bile[C]
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