Daddy Drove a Chrysler

My daddy drove a Chrysler, it was olive green,
A '68 New Yorker, man, it was a dream,
Fender skirts and white-wall tires,
Airconditioned to cool that summer fire.

I remember him taking us for rides on Sunday,
The smell of his cigarette burning in the ashtray,
The radio low and the window cracked,
Little brother sleeping in the back.

I was 10 years old it was August of '70,
I was looking out the window at the rain,
The gravel flying and the 8 track humming,
Marty Robbins singing Devil Woman,
I don't remember if he said goodbye,
And I don't remember if he waived,
But I remember how I felt inside that day,
My daddy drove that Chrysler away.

I spied that car down on Jackson Street,
Some strange woman was sitting in the front seat,
Right by my daddy's side,
Right where I used to ride.

I was 10 years old it was August of '70,
I was looking out the window at the rain,
The gravel flying and the 8 track humming,
Marty Robbins singing Devil Woman,
I don't remember if he said goodbye,
And I don't remember if he waived,
But I remember how I felt inside that day,
My daddy drove that Chrysler away.

I still hear my mama crying, I still feel that pain,
As I watch those taillights disappear down Willow Lane.

I was 10 years old it was August of '70,
I was looking out the window at the rain,
The gravel flying and the 8 track humming,
Marty Robbins singing Devil Woman,
I don't remember if he said goodbye,
And I don't remember if he waived,
But I remember how I felt inside that day,
My daddy drove that Chrysler away.