Old black Ford“Old Black Ford” 9 x 12 Oil

I wrote a song based on this truck:

“The Roads I Learned To Drive On”

Sittin' on a pillow in that old black Ford
Both hands on the wheel...
Dad climbed in beside me and it seemed like then
That time stood still....
Dad said check your mirrors and told me turn right
Stay between the lines and you've got the green light.
Now follow this road, son, and we'll end up back home.
I couldn't understand seemed so far I'd gone.
Pulling up to home never felt so good...
We'd made it back just like he said we would.

Chorus:
These are the roads I learned to drive on
This is where I used to roam.
This is where I learned what love was,
And how to get back home.

Sittin' in the back of that country church, I heard the preacher say:
"The Roman Road is where you can find 'The Truth, The Life,The Way.'"
It starts by checking mirrors and finding out,
What you need to clear before heading out.

Chorus:
These are the roads I learned to drive on
This is where I used to roam.
This is where I learned what love was,
And how to get back home.

Now drive....
I'm right here beside you...
Forever to guide you...

Sittin' on a pillow both hands on the wheel, my Father leads the way.
He tells me the truth and he saves my live and he shows me the way.

He says,
"Turn here,
Stay straight,
Stay between the lines...
Slow down,
Good job,
Now just take your time....

Pulling up to home never felt so good...
We'd made it back just like he said we would.

block in truck

-This is a “block in” study done for this painting at a Kenn Backaus workshop


 

 

 

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