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[Verse 1]
Got a dash full of stories
Rust creeping up my doors
Chrome peeling at the edges
Still rolling
Still want more
Whitewalls on these worries
Faded paint
A little scored
But I fire up most mornings
Original
Unrestored
[Chorus]
I was built in the fifties
Bolts and bones
A little worn
Some parts still in working order
Some were patched
Some were torn
I'm a long road kind of heartbeat
Out-of-date and never bored
I was built in the fifties
Original and unrestored
[Verse 2]
Buttons loose on this jacket
Laugh lines where the miles have shown
Radio hums the static
Of every place I've called home
Map folded in the glove box
For roads I can’t afford
But my stubborn old ignition
Keeps on turning toward
[Chorus]
I was built in the fifties
Bolts and bones
A little worn
Some parts still in working order
Some were patched
Some were torn
I'm a long road kind of heartbeat
Out-of-date and never bored
I was built in the fifties
Original and unrestored
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