Riding With Private Melone Songtext

Riding with Private MeloneDavid BallI was just out of the service thumbin' through the classifiedsWhen an ad that said old chevy somehow caught my eyeThe lady didn't know the year or even if it ranBut I had that thousand dollars in my handIt was way back in the in corner of this old ramshackle barnWith thirty years of dust and dirt on that green army tarpWhen I pulled the cover off it took away my breathWhat she called a chevy was a sixty-six corvetteI felt a little guilty as I counted out the billsWhat a thrill I got when I sat behind the wheelI opened up the glove box and that's when I found the noteThe date was nineteen sixty-six and this is what he wroteCHORUSMy name is Private Andrew MaloneIf your reading this then I didn't make it homeBut for every dream that's shatered another one comes trueThis car was once a dream of mine now it belongs to youAnd though you may take her and make her your ownYou'll always be riding with private maloneIt didn't take me long at all I had her runnin' goodI loved to hear those horses thunder underneath her hoodI had her shinin' like a diamond and I'd put the rag top downAll the pretty girls would stop and stare as I drove her thruogh townThe buttons on the radio didn't seem to work quite rightBut it picked up that oldies show especially late at nightI'd get the feelin' sometimes if I turned real quick I'd seeA soldier riding shotgun in the seat right next to meCHORUSIt was a young man named private Andrew MaloneWho fought for his country and never made it homeBut for every dream that's shatered there's another that comes trueThis car was once a dream of his back when it was newAnd he told me to take her and make her my ownAnd I was proud to be riding with private maloneOne night it was raining hard I took a curb to fastI still don't remember much about that firey crashSomeone said they thought they saw a soldier pull me outThey didn't get his name but I know without a doubtCHORUSIt was a young man named private Andrew MaloneWho fought for his country and never made it homeBut for every dream that shaters there's another that comes trueThis car was once a dream of his back when it was newAnd I know I wouldn't be here if he hadn't tagged alongYeah that night I was riding with private maloneOh thank god I was riding with private malone