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From the recording turtle dove

Lyrics

Turtle Dove
(For grandmother’s Impalas everywhere… )

There’s half a tank of gas in that Chevrolet,
It hadn’t run in years.
Smells like turpentine but that’s fine for the mess that I’ve got here.
A little sentimental for that car used to be,
Queen of the county road still looks good to me.
When Reagan got shot it drove her home,
When the Challenger fell from the sky, she didn’t cry alone.
American steel wired up for me to love,
Trailer queen from Detroit, 454 turtle dove.


There’s mildew on the windows of that Chevrolet,
Hadn’t run in years.
Smells of history but I can still see resurrection drawin’ near.
Blood and sweat the least I can do,
For the elders of the road and my grandmamma too.
In my parents wedding pictures it was there,
A witness to my family, a little worse for the wear.
American steel of stories I love,
Trailer queen from Detroit, 454 turtle dove.


There’s trash on the dash of that Chevrolet,
Hadn’t run in years.
Smells of cedar trees, stale heated summer breeze, and empty cans of beer.
A little little kid still left in me,
It started back when I was five, it’ll start again you’ll see.
When sunsets were chased it tagged along,
And the radio still only knows those Grand ole’ AM country songs.
American steel taught me how to love,
Trailer queen from Detroit, 454 turtle dove.