This is a rock/blues song that I wrote a while back but never set to music yet.
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]My Little Twenty-Nine[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]The Beach Boys sang about a thirty-two.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I’ve got me a decent little rat-rod, too.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]It’s a sweet little truck. [/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I drive it all the time.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]That’s my bone-crushin’ hot-rod.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]That’s my little twenty-nine.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]She accelerates so hard it’s pretty hard to control.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I wouldn’t trade it for her weight in gold.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]It just keeps on pullin’[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Right on down the line.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]That’s my tire-smokin’ pickup.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]That’s my little twenty-nine.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]It ain’t that pretty, but it’s pretty mean.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Meanest little pickup drinkin’ gasoline![/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]It won’t win any trophies[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]But it’s mine, all mine.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]That’s my primered-up rat-rod.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]That’s my little twenty-nine.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]The girls line up to take a ride with me.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]They get all dolled up for everyone to see.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]They want to be the one[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Wavin’ out the other side[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Wavin’ at the people who are [/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Wavin’ at my little twenty-nine.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I put her all together all by myself[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I don’t want her belongin’ to no-one else[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Nah, nah, she ain’t for sale[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Not now, not any time[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Mister, you ain’t got enough money[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]To buy my little twenty-nine.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]She likes blarin’ out rock-a-billy rock-n-roll[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]She’ll make you feel young down to your very soul[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I know they broke the mold[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Aw, I got me one of a kind[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]No, man, there ain’t another like my[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Like my little twenty-nine![/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Tod Buttermore[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]11/8/2016[/FONT]