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David Ball - Riding With Private Malone lyrics
David Ball Lyrics
I was just out of the service thumbing through the classifiedsWhen an ad that said:&;#34;Old Chevy" somehow caught my eyeThe lady didn't know the year,or even if it ranBut I had that thousand dollars in my handIt was way back in the corner of this old ramshackle barnThirty years of dust and dirt on that green army tarpWhen I pulled the cover off,it took away my breathWhat she'd called a Chevy was a sixty six CorvetteI felt a little guilty as I counted out the bullsBut what a thrill I got when I sat behind the wheelI opened up the glove box and that's when I found the noteThe date was nineteen-sixty and this is what he wrote:He said,"My name is Private Andrew Malone""If you're reading this,then I didn't make it home""But for every dream that shattered,another one came true""This car was once a dream of mine,now it belongs to you""And though you may take her and make her your own""You'll always be riding with Private Malone"Well it didn't take me long at all,I had her running goodI love to hear those horses thunder,underneath her hoodI had her shining lika a diamond and I'd put the rag top downAll the pretty girls would stop and stare as I drove her though townThe buttons on the radio didn't seem to work quite rightBut it picked up that oldie show,especially late at nightI'd get the feeling sometimes,if I turned real quick I'd seeA soldier riding shotgun in the seat right next to meIt was a young man named Private Andrew MaloneWho fought for his country and never made it homeBut for every dream that's shattered,another one comes trueThis car was once a dream of his,back when it was newHe told me to take her and make her my ownAnd I was proud to be riding with Private MaloneOne night it was raining hard,I took the curve too fastI still remember much about that fiery crashSomeone said they thought they saw a soldier pull me outThey didn't get his name but I without a doubtIt was a young man named Private MaloneWho fought for his country and never made it homeBut for every dream that's shattered,another one comes trueThis car was once a dream of his,back when it was newI know I wouldn't be here if he hadn't tagged alongThat night I was riding with Private MaloneOh,thank God,I was riding with Private Malone
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