Dug out of the ground, pulled out of the weeds,
rising from the dirt like a phoenix it seems.
When she was new she turned all their heads,
“She sure is pretty” that’s what they all said.
A wash and a wax and she’s ready to go,
fill her up with Ethel, kick the tires and check the oil.
Trips to church, school and the store,
down to the Piggly Wiggly, drive in movies and more.
The 50s are gone, 60s and 70s leave,
too bad she spent those years in a deep rustic sleep.
The years passed, her tires were dust,
she dreamt of family picnics while her fenders turned to rust.
The only family’s that wanted her now
were some mice, cats and the occasional skunk.
When people saw her rotting there,
all they saw was a rusty piece of old junk.
Almost 60 years have passed since her heyday on the road.
Now she’s looks a lot different than when the day she was first sold.
When you look to your mirror, when she rolls up,
a muscle bound thumping ”Rump Rump Rump”
She shaking and rocking and ready to roar,
keeping time with the thump you feel in your floor.
She blew right past you when the light changed to green.
Making you wonder what it was, that you’ve just seen.
Son, what you’ve just experienced, sitting there in your new Vette
Was an “early iron Ass Whoopin” and just for you, it was meant.
Don’t try to catch her, it won’t be good,
now she has 400 horses screaming under the hood.
She has tall gears, right where they need to be,
yes, son she can pass you at a hundred and three.
Rust is still her favorite color but someday she’ll look like new.
She’s in no hurry for paint, cause she’s having too much fun, whoopin up on you.
So consider all this when you see her rocking at a light,
That’s not an old rusty car, that’s “RELIC” lovin her second life.