Aaron West And The Roaring Twenties - '67, Cherry Red lyrics

Same f**ing payphone I'm calling north to Mom to ask What year the Mustang is And when she answers, I hear your voice, Dad I'm coming home soon Could I borrow cash to square some debts? I know I sound desperate, but I swear to god, Ma I'll pay you back [Chorus] I bought myself a burner; programmed your number in Took an ad in the paper: "Are there grease stains on your skin? Do the songs of young love hum Like an engine in your head? I got what you need ‘67, Cherry Red" I've never been a man's man I ain't much for cars and I'm sick of fate I'm done with praying But if you hear me, Dad, I'll keep her safe I keep having flashbacks I see you at dusk, in the summer, in the driveway Smiling at everything, covered in engine grease A look in your eye I can't explain [Chorus] This guy named Robert calls And said he used to have that car at 23 Last year his wife pa**ed on He's got memories in love in the backseat He takes the wheel and grins He gets the same look in his eyes you always did He can't afford what I want for it But says it was nice to see a car like this again But I know he'll love her the way that you did And I just need enough scratch To buy a bus ticket Mail some to The Thunderbird And pay my mom back [Chorus]