Текст (слова) песни: C.W. Mccall - Classified

(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

I`s thumbin` through the want ads in the Shelby County Tribune when this classified advertisement caught my eye. It said, "Take imme-di-ate delivery on this `57 Chevrolet half-ton pickup truck. Will sell or swap for a hide-a-bed and thirty-five bucks. Call One-four-oh, ring two, and ask for Bob."

Well, I called Bob up on the telephone, he says, "Hello, this is Bob speakin`." I says "This here the Bob got the pickup truck for sale?" He says, "Yeah." I says, "Where are ya?" He says, "Fourteen east on County 12, turn right on the one-lane gravel road, you can park in the yard, beware of the dog, wipe your feet off, knock three times, and bring your billfold."

Well, I tooled on east on County 12, turned right on the one-lane gravel road, and I parked in the yard and a German shepherd come out and grabbed onto my leg. Then I knocked three times and wiped my feet, the dog let go and the screen door opened and Bob come out and says "Whaddya want?" I says, "Come to see your truck." He says, "Follow me. Come on, Frank." (Dog`s name is Frank.)

Well, we all went past the chicken house, through the hog pen, down to the tractor shed, and then wound up in back of the barn in a field of cowpies. And settin` right there in a pool of grease was a half-ton Chevy pickup truck with a 1960 license plate, a bumper sticker says "Vote for Dick" and Brillo box full of rusty parts, and Bob says "Whaddya think?".

Well, I kicked the tires and I got in the seat and set on a petrified apple core and found a bunch of field mice livin` in the glove compartment. He says, "Her shaft is bent and her rear end leaks, you can fix her quick with an oily rag. Use a nail as a starter; I lost the key. Don`t pay no mind to that whirrin` sound. She use a little oil, but outside a` that, she`s cherry."

I says, "What`ll take?" He says, "What`ve you got?" I says, "Twenty-eight dollars and fifteen cents." He says, "You got a deal. Sign here, I`ll go get the title and a can full of gas." I put the nail in the slot and fired `er up; she coughed and belched up a bunch a` smoke and I backed her right through the hog pen into the yard.

Well, Frank jumped in and bit my leg and I beat him off with a crowbar. He jumped on out and the door fell off and the left front tire went flat. I jacked it up and patched the tube and Frank tore a piece of my shirt off. Then Bob come out and called him off and says "You better`d get on out of here."

I went left on the one-lane gravel road, went fourteen west on County 12. Took two full quarts of forty-weight oil just to get her to the Conoco station. And I pulled up to the Regular pump and then Harold Sykes and his kid come out. He says, "I`ve seen better stuff at junkyards and where`d you ever get that truck?"

I says, "That`s a long story, Harold. I`s thumbin` through the want ads in the Shelby County Tribune when this classified advertisement caught my eye. It said, "Take imme-di-ate delivery on this `57 Chevrolet half-ton pickup truck. Will sell or swap for a hide-a-bed and thirty-five bucks..."

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: C.W. Mccall - Classified (Bill Fries, Chip Davis) I`s thumbin` through the want ads in the Shelby County Tribune when this classified advertisement caught my eye. It said, "Take imme-di-ate delivery on this `57 Chevrolet half-ton pickup truck. Will sell or swap for a hide-a-bed and thirty-five bucks. Call One-four-oh, ring two, and ask for Bob." Well, I called Bob up on the telephone, he says, "Hello, this is Bob speakin`." I says "This here the Bob got the pickup truck for sale?" He says, "Yeah." I says, "Where are ya?" He says, "Fourteen east on County 12, turn right on the one-lane gravel road, you can park in the yard, beware of the dog, wipe your feet off, knock three times, and bring your billfold." Well, I tooled on east on County 12, turned right on the one-lane gravel road, and I parked in the yard and a German shepherd come out and grabbed onto my leg. Then I knocked three times and wiped my feet, the dog let go and the screen door opened and Bob come out and says "Whaddya want?" I says, "Come to see your truck." He says, "Follow me. Come on, Frank." (Dog`s name is Frank.) Well, we all went past the chicken house, through the hog pen, down to the tractor shed, and then wound up in back of the barn in a field of cowpies. And settin` right there in a pool of grease was a half-ton Chevy pickup truck with a 1960 license plate, a bumper sticker says "Vote for Dick" and Brillo box full of rusty parts, and Bob says "Whaddya think?". Well, I kicked the tires and I got in the seat and set on a petrified apple core and found a bunch of field mice livin` in the glove compartment. He says, "Her shaft is bent and her rear end leaks, you can fix her quick with an oily rag. Use a nail as a starter; I lost the key. Don`t pay no mind to that whirrin` sound. She use a little oil, but outside a` that, she`s cherry." I says, "What`ll take?" He says, "What`ve you got?" I says, "Twenty-eight dollars and fifteen cents." He says, "You got a deal. Sign here, I`ll go get the title and a can full of gas." I put the nail in the slot and fired `er up; she coughed and belched up a bunch a` smoke and I backed her right through the hog pen into the yard. Well, Frank jumped in and bit my leg and I beat him off with a crowbar. He jumped on out and the door fell off and the left front tire went flat. I jacked it up and patched the tube and Frank tore a piece of my shirt off. Then Bob come out and called him off and says "You better`d get on out of here." I went left on the one-lane gravel road, went fourteen west on County 12. Took two full quarts of forty-weight oil just to get her to the Conoco station. And I pulled up to the Regular pump and then Harold Sykes and his kid come out. He says, "I`ve seen better stuff at junkyards and where`d you ever get that truck?" I says, "That`s a long story, Harold. I`s thumbin` through the want ads in the Shelby County Tribune when this classified advertisement caught my eye. It said, "Take imme-di-ate delivery on this `57 Chevrolet half-ton pickup truck. Will sell or swap for a hide-a-bed and thirty-five bucks..." Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Classified: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/12451.html Все тексты песен: C.W. Mccall » C.W. Mccall - Crispy Critters » C.W. Mccall - Flowers On The Wall » C.W. Mccall - Ghost Town » C.W. Mccall - Niobrara » C.W. Mccall - Four Wheel Cowboy » C.W. Mccall - Wolf Creek Pass » C.W. Mccall - Watch The Wildwood Flowers » C.W. Mccall - Convoy » C.W. Mccall - Sloan » C.W. Mccall - Super Slab Showdown » C.W. Mccall - I`ve Trucked All Over This Land » C.W. Mccall - Jackson Hole » C.W. Mccall - Night Rider » C.W. Mccall - Wilderness » C.W. Mccall - Four Wheel Drive » C.W. Mccall - I Don`t Know (And I Don`t Care) » C.W. Mccall - The Battle of New Orleans » C.W. Mccall - Convoy » C.W. Mccall - Hobo`s Lullaby » C.W. Mccall - Classified Рекомендуем скачать: » Константин Еремин - Осенний ветер » Каста - Что нам делать в Греции... » Комитет Охраны Тепла, КОТ - Колыбельная » Кирилл Ривель - Пасха » Кирилл Ривель - Imperium, vale! » Константин Пронин - Женщина, жемчужина, жена... » Круг Михаил - Про Таню Сытину и всех остальных » Кирилл Ривель - Африканское солнце Бизерты... » Константин Никольский - Я ни разу за морем не был » Крестовый туз - НА ТАМОЖНЕ » Константин Никольский - Я сам из тех » Кристина Орбакайте - Навсегда » К.Никольский - Птицы белые мои » Константин Никольский - Рисунок на стекле » Константин Еремин - Дорога » Каста - Горячее время » Кирпичи - Raр » Крематорий - Прощальные сны » Катя Лель - Две капельки » Кино, Виктор Цой - Звезда
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