This Rusted Heap!

I only had money for this old rusty heap, I'd fix her up good, cuz this one I'd keep! 1955 was a good year for wine and old cars, This one would go stately thru hills or to bars. There it was behind an old red barn, Beat to hell, but full of pure charm! The stories it could tell, the stories we would make, A rolling love machine, worth the effort it would take! I bought the old girl for only three days wages, then the dreaming started, of visits to sages! I would live in her, sleep and meditate, all her problems her woes, I'd remediate. I broke bolts and I welded, I worked her fine body, All was a work of love, none of it was shoddy! Woodstock she had seen, lots of lovin' in her walls, A resurrection was coming, more partying calls! My lovely hippie bus, coming back to life, traveling, with dog and two kids, with my skinny wife! If you are lucky, you'll see us roll by you some day, We'll forever be rollin' over the hills and far away!