This old car has seen the ages since the second of the world wars Bought by a Jersey family on the cutting edge of poor A ragged wife and weary children stricken with the chore Of a restless man of thirty-five who dreamed he lived for more [Chorus] Im hating my surroundings and my soul Im sure is dead I will die a hollow, bitter man with a gun against my head I need some time to drive alone to feel the wind of the life Ive blown I may be back, but dont expect that this car will find me home After two thousand turns of the gauge, he hid his wedding band And lost the keys in a musty room to lust and a womans hand She stole off with her lover He was a dressed-up blues-harp man And they chased the road to Chicago for the blues From any raging band This old car has seen the ages since the second of the world wars Its seen a man in his final stagesseen two lovers opening doors But the doors jammed shut and struck up the band When the blues man asked for more The woman heard no harmony in the blues Of old Chicago lore [Repeat Chorus] In a back field in a farmers lot, a boy-man finds the car Bought for a song by his father, its been ten years off the tar A motionless engine is a curse To a boy with a ready heart In a boxed-up town the dreams abound But never get their start [Repeat Chorus]