Classified lyrics

Artist  : C. W. Mccall 
Song : Classified



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 (bill fries, chip davis)

I’s thumbin’ through the want ads in the shelby
county tribune when this classified advertisement
caught my eye. it said, "take imme-di-ate
delivery on this ’57 chevrolet half-ton pickup
tr
Will sell or swap for a hide-a-bed and
thirty-five bucks. call one-four-oh, ring two,
and ask for bob."

Well, I called bob up on the telephone, he says,
"hello, this is bob speakin’." I says
"this here the bob got the pickup truck for
sale? " he says, "yeah." I says,
&
Where are ya? " he says, "fourteen east
on county 12, turn right on the one-lane gravel
road, you can park in the yard, beware of the
dog, wipe your feet off, knock three times, and
bri
Ur billfold."

Well, I tooled on east on county 12, turned right
on the one-lane gravel road, and I parked in the
yard and a german shepherd come out and grabbed
onto my leg. then I knocked three times and wip
Feet, the dog let go and the screen door opened
and bob come out and says "whaddya want?
" I says, "come to see your
truck." he says, "follow me. come on,
frank." (
Name is frank.)

Well, we all went past the chicken house, through
the hog pen, down to the tractor shed, and then
wound up in back of the barn in a field of
cowpies. and settin’ right there in a pool of
grease
Half-ton chevy pickup truck with a 1960 license
plate, a bumper sticker says "vote for
dick" and brillo box full of rusty parts,
and bob says "whaddya think? ".

Well, I kicked the tires and I got in the seat
and set on a petrified apple core and found a
bunch of field mice livin’ in the glove
compartment. he says, "her shaft is bent and
her rear en
Ks, you can fix her quick with an oily rag. use a
nail as a starter; I lost the key. don’t pay no
mind to that whirrin’ sound. she use a little
oil, but outside a’ that, she’s cherry."

I says, "what’ll take? " he says,
"what’ve you got? " I says,
"twenty-eight dollars and fifteen
cents." he says, "you got a deal. sign
here, I’ll go get the titl
A can full of gas." I put the nail in the
slot and fired ’er up; she coughed and belched up
a bunch a’ smoke and I backed her right through
the hog pen into the yard.

Well, frank jumped in and bit my leg and I beat
him off with a crowbar. he jumped on out and the
door fell off and the left front tire went flat.
I jacked it up and patched the tube and frank to
Piece of my shirt off. then bob come out and
called him off and says "you better’d get on
out of here."

I went left on the one-lane gravel road, went
fourteen west on county 12. took two full quarts
of forty-weight oil just to get her to the conoco
station. and I pulled up to the regular pump and
Harold sykes and his kid come out. he says,
"i’ve seen better stuff at junkyards and
where’d you ever get that truck? "

I says, "that’s a long story, harold. i’s
thumbin’ through the want ads in the shelby
county tribune when this classified advertisement
caught my eye. it said, "take imme-di-ate
delive
This ’57 chevrolet half-ton pickup truck. will
sell or swap for a hide-a-bed and thirty-five
bucks..."