Written by Barry P. Foley
Copyright ©16 September 2006

I saw this old Chevy wagon in a Quik Stop parking lot
Dents on the hood, dents on trunk, dents all over the top
Damaged by a hail storm, must have been a long, long time ago
Paint was patched a bit here and there, rust was starting to show

‘Bout this time and old man came up with, fumblin’ with the keys in his hand
Saw me starring at his old car, he didn’t seem to understand
Half joking I said, “Looked like this one survived a war”
He just smiled back at me said “that and a whole lot more”

See, I bought this here Chevy, right off the Detroit assembly line”
Back before you were born,  I’d just turned 29.
Needed a good family car, my wife was expecting twins
Four doors and lots of chrome, gas was so cheap back then

When the twins were three we drove to Texas, that July was really hot
Out on the interstate, that storm left no safe place to stop
Hail  big as baseballs cracked the windshield, I couldn’t see to drive
That hot road was slick and folks couldn’t stop, we got hit from behind

There’s a prayer for every dent in this old car
 We spun across the traffic, glass was flying in the air
Like a miracle, it straightened up, like God’s hand was on the wheel
I promised I’d keep this old car to remind me that he’s rea