Dear Dad Songtext
von Chuck Berry

Dear Dad, don′t get mad
What I'm asking for
Is by the next semester
Can I get another car?
This one here is sickening
On a wide dual road
I might as well be walking
As to drive this old Ford

Almost everytime I try
To go and pass a truck
If I ain′t goin' downhill
Dad, I'm out of luck
And even if I get by
It′s still a rugged risk
The way this old Ford
Keep a-hitting and a-miss


Last week, when I was driving
On my way to school
I almost got a ticket
′Bout a freeway traffic rule
It's now a violation
Driving under 45
And if I push to 50
This here Ford will nosedive

Dad, I′m in great danger
Out here trying to drive
The way this Ford wiggles
When I'm approaching 45
I have to nurse it along
Like a little stubborn pup
And cars whizzing by me
Dad, look like I′m backing up

She just don't have the appetite
For gas somehow
And Dad, I got four carburetors
Hooked up on it now
I tried to hook another
To see if I′d do a little good
But ain't no place to put it
'Less I perforate the hood


Well Dad, send the money
See what I can see
Try to find a Cadillac
A ′62 or ′3
Just something that won't worry us
To keep it on the road
Sincerely, your beloved son
Henry Junior Ford