| Song | Riding With Private Malone |
| Artist | David Ball |
| Album | Amigo |
| 作词 : Newton, Shepherd | |
| I was just out of the service | |
| Thumbin' through the classifieds | |
| When an ad that said "Old Chevy" | |
| Somehow caught my eye | |
| The lady didn't know the year | |
| Or even if it ran | |
| But I had that thousand dollars in my hand | |
| It was way back in the corner of this old ramshackle barn | |
| With thirty years of dust and dirt on that green army tarp | |
| And when I pulled the cover off | |
| It took away my breath | |
| What she called a Chevy | |
| Was a sixty-six Corvette | |
| And I felt a little guilty as I counted out the bills | |
| But what a thrill I got | |
| When I sat behind the wheel | |
| I opened up the glovebox | |
| And that's when I found the note | |
| The date was 1966 and this is what he wrote | |
| He said my name is Private Andrew Malone | |
| And if your readin' this, then I didn't make it home | |
| But for every dream that shattered | |
| Another one comes true | |
| This car was once a dream of mine | |
| Now it belongs to you | |
| Though you may take her and make her your own | |
| You'll always be riding with Private Malone | |
| Well it didn't take me long at all | |
| I had her runnin' good | |
| I loved to hear those horses thunder underneath her hood | |
| I had her shinin' like a diamond and I put the rag top down | |
| All the pretty girls would stop and stare as I drove her through town | |
| The buttons on the radio didn't seem to work quite right | |
| But it picked up that Oldie's Show | |
| Especially late at night | |
| I get the feelin' sometimes If I turned real quick I'd see | |
| A soldier ridin' shotgun | |
| In the seat right next to me | |
| It was a young man named Private Andrew Malone | |
| Who fought for his country and never made it home | |
| But for every dream that's shattered | |
| There's another that comes true | |
| This car was once a dream of his back when it was new | |
| He told me to take her and make her my own | |
| And I was proud to be riding with Private Malone | |
| One night it was rainin' hard | |
| I took the curve too fast | |
| I still don't remember much about that firey crash | |
| But someone said they thought they saw a soldier pull me out | |
| They didn't get his name | |
| But I know without a doubt | |
| It was a young man named Private Andrew Malone | |
| Who fought for his country and never made it home | |
| But for every dream that shattered | |
| Another one comes true | |
| This car was once a dream of his back when it was new | |
| And I know I wouldn't be here if he hadn't tagged along | |
| Yeah that night I was riding with Private Malone | |
| Oh thank God I was riding with Private Malone |
| zuò cí : Newton, Shepherd | |
| I was just out of the service | |
| Thumbin' through the classifieds | |
| When an ad that said " Old Chevy" | |
| Somehow caught my eye | |
| The lady didn' t know the year | |
| Or even if it ran | |
| But I had that thousand dollars in my hand | |
| It was way back in the corner of this old ramshackle barn | |
| With thirty years of dust and dirt on that green army tarp | |
| And when I pulled the cover off | |
| It took away my breath | |
| What she called a Chevy | |
| Was a sixtysix Corvette | |
| And I felt a little guilty as I counted out the bills | |
| But what a thrill I got | |
| When I sat behind the wheel | |
| I opened up the glovebox | |
| And that' s when I found the note | |
| The date was 1966 and this is what he wrote | |
| He said my name is Private Andrew Malone | |
| And if your readin' this, then I didn' t make it home | |
| But for every dream that shattered | |
| Another one comes true | |
| This car was once a dream of mine | |
| Now it belongs to you | |
| Though you may take her and make her your own | |
| You' ll always be riding with Private Malone | |
| Well it didn' t take me long at all | |
| I had her runnin' good | |
| I loved to hear those horses thunder underneath her hood | |
| I had her shinin' like a diamond and I put the rag top down | |
| All the pretty girls would stop and stare as I drove her through town | |
| The buttons on the radio didn' t seem to work quite right | |
| But it picked up that Oldie' s Show | |
| Especially late at night | |
| I get the feelin' sometimes If I turned real quick I' d see | |
| A soldier ridin' shotgun | |
| In the seat right next to me | |
| It was a young man named Private Andrew Malone | |
| Who fought for his country and never made it home | |
| But for every dream that' s shattered | |
| There' s another that comes true | |
| This car was once a dream of his back when it was new | |
| He told me to take her and make her my own | |
| And I was proud to be riding with Private Malone | |
| One night it was rainin' hard | |
| I took the curve too fast | |
| I still don' t remember much about that firey crash | |
| But someone said they thought they saw a soldier pull me out | |
| They didn' t get his name | |
| But I know without a doubt | |
| It was a young man named Private Andrew Malone | |
| Who fought for his country and never made it home | |
| But for every dream that shattered | |
| Another one comes true | |
| This car was once a dream of his back when it was new | |
| And I know I wouldn' t be here if he hadn' t tagged along | |
| Yeah that night I was riding with Private Malone | |
| Oh thank God I was riding with Private Malone |