Thunderbird

Thunderbird Lyrics

Song Thunderbird
Artist John Hiatt
Album Master of Disaster
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My Thunderbird, my
Thunderbird
Put your head on my shoulder don't say a word
We'll cut across town in my
Thunderbird
There's a burial ground
Beneath a cattle herd
Mr. Henry
Ford'sBuilding me a
Thunderbird
My Thunderbird, my
Thunderbird
Put your head on my shoulder don't say a word
We'll cut across the country in my
Thunderbird
We're from
Pennsylvania
Welsh men of words
My daddy drove a
DesotoI drive a
Thunderbird
My Thunderbird, my
Thunderbird
She's the voice of the future baby, have you heard
Tomorrow's taken wing on my
Thunderbird
My Thunderbird, my
Thunderbird
Put your head on my shoulder don't say a word
We'll cut across town in my
Thunderbird
Got electric windows
Tilt away wheel
Slide across the bucket seat
For that sexy leather feel of
My Thunderbird, my
Thunderbird
Put your head on my shoulder don't say a word
We'll cut across town in my
Thunderbird
From the old
Volkswagen
Back to the
Model TA lot of men died
Just so you could ride with me in
My Thunderbird, my
Thunderbird
She drives like a dream baby rest assured
It don't get any better than a
Thunderbird
My daddy was a salesman
My brother was too
I would sell anything
Just to try to stay with you
But not my
Thunderbird, no not my
Thunderbird
Willy Loman's saying something
I can't hear a word
I'm going too fast in my
Thunderbird
They make 'em that way
Yeah they make 'em that way
Well they make 'em that way
Yeah they make 'em that way
Well they make 'em that way
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