He said son hold it still Keep that beam shining straight Hed have a 9/16ths in one hand Working on that Chevrolet It seemed like every Saturday Soon as the sun went down Wed be huddled underneath that hood Tinkering around And of all of the great memories Ive had The best ones are those nights just me and my dad
Hell never how much he taught me Out in that garage And I guess the stuff that stuck Was more about life than fixing cars Cause to this day I still cant make them run right But I sure did learn a lot Just holding the flashlight
He told me a lot of stories About Grandpa and the war While he was trying to show me What a carburators for I learned a couple cuss words When he skinned his knuckles up And I found out Momma was the only girl He ever really loved Then I asked him about women, he just laughed Said if we stayed out here all year We wouldnt have time enough for that
Hell never how much he taught me Out in that garage And I guess the stuff that stuck Was more about life than fixing cars Cause to this day I still cant make them run right But I sure did learn a lot Just holding the flashlight
And to this day I still cant make them run right But deep inside I know that its alright Cause I sure Just holding the flashlight