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The Little Old Ford

This song is by Billy Murray and appears on the compilation Flashbacks, Volume 2: Crazy & Obscure: NoveltySongs 1914-1946 (2000).

Now Henry Jones and a pretty little queen
Took a ride one day in his big limousine
The car kicked up and the engine wouldn't crank
There wasn't any gas in the gasoline tank
About that time along came Nord
And he rambled right along in his little old Ford
And he stole that Queen as his engine sang a song
And his little old Ford just rambled right along

And his little old Ford it rambled right along
And the little old Ford it rambled right along
The gas burned out in the big machine
But the darned little Ford don't need gasoline
The big limousine had to back down hill
The blamed little Ford is going up still
When she blow out a tire just wrap it up with wire
And the little Ford will ramble right along

Now they ran over glass and they ran over nails
And they ran over pigs and puppy dogs' tails
They spotted a coupe and shot out of sight
They rambled all day and they rambled all night
They smashed up fences and telegraph poles
They bumped into ditches and deep chuck holes
They bumped into a preacher and the preacher took a ride
And the Ford rambled on with Johnny and his bride

And the little old Ford it rambled right along
And the little old Ford it rambled right along
He swung around the corner and he bumped into a mule
And the darned old jackass kicked like a fool
He kicked and he kicked and he kicked the wheels
But he had to quit kicking to save his heels
When it runs out of dope just fill it up with soap
And the little Ford will ramble right along

You can smash the top and smash up the seat
You can twist it out of shape till both ends meet
Smash the body and rip out a gear
Smash up the front and smash up the rear
Smash up the fender and rip off the tires
Smash up the lamps and cut out the wires
Throw in the clutch and then forget the juice
And the little old Ford will go to beat the deuce

And the little old Ford it rambled right along
And the little old Ford it rambled right along
Now cut that out you naughty tease
'Tis a left hand driver and a right hand squeeze
Patch it up with a piece of string
Spearmint gum or any old thing
When the power gets sick just hit it with a brick
And the little Ford will ramble right along

The street car company was making people stand
There was room for a foot and a strap for a hand
The poor suburbanites were standing in the street
The language they were using wasn't very sweet
Along came a Ford with a big white sign
That a nickel took you out to the end of the line
It stole those people as the trolley came along
And the little old Ford sang a five cent song

And the little old Ford, it rambled right along
And the little old Ford, it rambled right along
The street car ran with an empty house
For everybody rode on the little "road louse"
The street car people nearly had a fit
But the blamed little Ford, it didn't care a bit
When you want to get some graft
Just load up your funny craft
And the little Ford will ramble right along

Credits

Music by:

Byron Gay

Lyrics by:

C.R. Foster & Byron Gay

Recorded:

1915

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