Marred by time and weather
Piece of the past sits still in the sun
Dreaming of the day when she came
Rolling out of a factory In Detroit
Rolled about town awhile then headed west
Down dusty roads where no wipers
Were needed for raindrops, only for dust
Only shade her tin roof, where her radiator
Overheated on the mountain roads
The old timer was quoted as saying,
"The wild west cracks me up."
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