That was America's finest form of transportation
'Til it's rusted just enough to display
I got tired of workin' for nothin'
Workin' every day
And now I've got a gallery
Where my front yard used to lay
You can leave 'em on the avenue
I'll have a monument to Henry Ford
Roll 'em over onto the roof
Fix it with a plastic sheet
Roll 'em down into the creek
Put my good car in the front yard
Buy your own favorite spot
And when I roll it on down by the road
But hey now, don't you go thinkin' that's just a car
Then I'm gonna take me a couple wheels off
Well, I'm gonna drive to West Virginia
You can push 'em down into the creek bed
I'm gonna bust a couple windows
Bills made me a poor man
I got it hidden 'round in the backyard
A monument to Chevrolet
All I'm tryin' to do brought to you by
But it's only goin' to be a few days
Appalachian Roadside Modern Art, yeah, modern art
Listen here buddy, that's a work of art
Eastern Mountain Appalachian Roadside Modern Art
But I found a better way
Well, I'm-a workin' on a '49 Ford
I just built myself a sculpture
So bring your car to West Virginia
Buy myself a shack
Block it up on jacks
Start yourself a parkin' lot
Get you a big old front yard
Brought to you by Eastern Mountain
You can roll 'em up on one side
Don't you think it needs just a little celebration
