Текст песни Thunderbird - John Hiatt

My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird
Put your head on my shoulder, don′t say a word
We'll cut across town in my Thunderbird
There′s a burial ground beneath a cattle herd
Mr. Henry Ford's building me a Thunderbird
My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird
Put your head on my shoulder, don't say a word
We′ll cut across the country in my Thunderbird
We′re from Pennsylvania, Welsh men of words
My daddy drove a Desoto, I drive a Thunderbird
My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird
She's the voice of the future
Baby, have you heard?
Tomorrow′s taken wing on my Thunderbird
My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird
Put your head on my shoulder, don't say a word
We′ll cut across town in my Thunderbird
Got electric windows, tilt away wheel
Slide across the bucket seat for that sexy leather feel of
My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird
Put your head on my shoulder, don't say a word
We′ll cut across town in my Thunderbird
From the old Volkswagen back to the Model T
A lot of men died just so you could ride with me in
My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird
She drives like a dream
Baby, rest assured
It don't get any better than a Thunderbird
My daddy was a aalesman, my brother was too
I would sell anything just to try to stay with you
But not my Thunderbird
No, not my Thunderbird
Willy Loman's saying something
I can′t hear a word
I′m going too fast in my Thunderbird
They make 'em that way
Yeah, they make ′em that way
Well, they make 'em that way
Yeah, they make em that way
Well, they make ′em that way