Once there was a truck who was old and more than rusted …
Though it still felt strong, with a heart that could still be trusted …
It longed for some crazy youth to fill it with laughter, to push it to the limit …
And a youth did come but sad it was with half a will just was not in it …
The kid it seemed had other dreams and it was just too much to finish …
So the truck sat with dimming hope and cancer forming where metal was needed to replenish …
But then one day an old fellow spied her …
And hopped right inside her …
With a smile a mile wide asked … hey kid how much ya want … and such …
The kid looked at him, for that old bucket I’ll take what ya got and from the looks that ain’t much ! …
The old man bought the truck with all he had then went scouting …
A wheel here, a bargain there and soon you could hear him shouting …
One last touch was to paint the eye of Von Dutch …
That and a little tweek to the clutch …
You and me, we are fine old antiques, we fit like hand and glove …
And off they went, the Chevy and man and all it took was a little love !
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