My Good Old Car Poem by Paul Henry Dallaire

I wrote this song in the dirty eighties when the price of gas had doubled and the rents were going sky high. The price of food had gone up terribly and the government didn't know what to do about it so they got Judy Erola Minister of Foreign Affairs to fool the people by bringing the metric system from France to Canada and that way people couldn't read the the prices at the pump cause it went from gallons to litres and their grocery weights were now in metric and not by the pound.
And it worked (but they didn't fool me) the people of Canada who are a passive bunch took it on the chin and slept all the way through it and paid through the nose.
The Tommy Hunter Show was Canadian country music show and they weren't about to get me the opportunity to appear on it. I was pissed off.
This song started off when they had towed my little sports car from a restaurant parking lot. Especially when the parking lot was almost empty. You can hear the song at www.johnnycashsong.com

My Good Old Car

I can hear the north wind howlin
As I watch T.V. in black and white tonite
News cried out of war in the Falkland Island
But my own war's with the landlord who raised the rent a second time

The bailif downed a barn yard door this mornin
And hauled a John Deere to the auction yard
No more wheat for home made bread and cookies
Now the combine's gone his farmers pride's no more

Chorus:
And my good old car has gone to heaven
Mc kekan ran my carburator dry
And Mcguigan's army the little green hornets
Got it towed away now I'm thumbin for a ride

Verse:
I shuffled into town to do the groceries
But my old school didn't teach us metric weights
We'll sing the blues for Judy don't you know it
If our country's built on two inch nails the courthouse can't be straight

Now I believe in a good ol fashioned love song
With a different beat their story is the same
The lights of love don't shine so bright in Kingston (Prison)
Like the soup line don't compare to t-bone steak

We'' tonite I'll leave the hills of Calabogie
Leave my wife and kids for big town Toronto
And tell the C.B.C. that I'm from Nashville
And sell my soul to Tennessee on the Tommy Hunter Show

Now you can sing the folks songs of our country
'bout the dark clouds of the south and acid rain
But when that flash of light comes have a bunker
And tell big brother the U.S.A. to keep the change

Chorus: End. Fini.

Paul Henry Dallaire
Paul Henry Pub. SOCAN