The Ballad of the Delta Lady

Sixty-Nine Pimpmobile

By Tom Farley

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I was hitchin' to D.C. from Norfolk VA, totin' everything that I owned

Expectin' to be truckin' with my hitchhikin' mama but I ended up travelin' alone

I was stuck outside of Newport News stranded in the freezin' rain

Prayin' if I ever saddled a driver I would promise never to complain

And the next set of lights pulled up on the right and I thought that it couldn't be real

'Cause I caught myself a ride with electroglide in a sixty-nine pimpmobile

It had a red leather roof and the bottom was black

And opera windows with the curtains in back

It had dice on the mirrors and rugs on the floor

Flag on the 'tenna of the radio

It has buckets in front and fins in the rear

And a straight transmission with seven different gears

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And I said "Oh my God, put down that number

I simply can't believe that it's true"

Crusin' down the interstate at ninety miles an hour

Don't give you time to take in the view....Oh Lord

The driver was in stitches....I was shittin' in my britches

I thought my hitchin' days were through

He said "Hang on, son, we'll get there on time

D.C.'s just a little farther down the line"

Well....the driver's name was Dave he was born and raised in Chattanooga, Tennessee

A NASCAR racer who was busted from the circuit because of his insaniy

He said "I got a raw deal" ....asked me how would I feel if this would have happened to me

And I told him I would lie and maybe try to salvage my dignity

And he said "You're right....I think that I might 'cause I'm the best damn driver alive"

And just to prove a point he lit up a joint and shoved it into overdrive