You Might Be a Country Boy If... Part 2

While going through my Daddy's things after he passed away, I found this handwritten list of things titled You Might Be a Country Boy If

You Might Be a Country Boy If...
by Bob Lawry

You ever poured water into the master cylinder when you were out of brake fluid

You ever made your girlfriend shift gears because your right arm was occupied

You ever drove home with the park lights when the last headlight went out

You ever used a paper matchbook to gauge the point gap

You ever used a fence post for a jack to change a tire

You ever drove home on the rim when you had a flat tire

You ever used oatmeal for stop leak

You ever pumped up a flat tire with a hand pump

1939 Buick 80 Limited

 

For Sale - 19,900.00

86 year old, RUST FREE SURVIVOR. Drive anywhere. Ready to go. Rotating stock in our museum. 90% ORIGINAL. Preventative Maintence and seat upholstery done. Straight 8, 3 on the tree. Mechanically restored. New battery and brakes. One of 248, 1940 Buick Series 80 Limited Formal Sedans...Clearly, very rare. Perfect glass, dent and rust free body, original paint.

Our physical location and mailing address is:

Lawry's Used Cars
3008 Hwy 71 South

Mena, Arkansas 71953

Our phone number is:

Office 479-394-9938
Richie cell 479-234-2373
Kenny cell 713-203-4944

e-mail
richies@sbcglobal.net

 

This Buick was featured in the song Bring Her Back by Faded Chrome. You can listen to the song at the link below

Being Her Back

by Richard Lawry

Hiding behind an old barn door

I saw a project I couldn't ignore

Dust on her paint, her tires were worn

But I knew that she could be reborn

Gonna bring her back

Bring her back to life

Bring her back

Bring her back to life

A Forty Buick Limited

With sidemount spares

Jet black paint

Faded by years

Dirty old seats

Her engine worn

But I hear her whisper

She'll be reborn

Bring her back to life

Straight-eight running true

She's been waiting on me

Like old dreams do

Gonna bring her back

Bring her back to life

Bring her back

Bring her back to life

Wrenches and rags, late-night light

Bringing her engine back to life

Grease on my hands, knuckles torn

Every bolt says she'll be reborn

She's more than steel and an old design

She's a bygone era frozen in time

Stately and proud, the things she's seen

She's going to drive the roads again

Gonna bring her back

Bring her back to life

Bring her back

Bring her back to life

Gonna bring her back

Bring her back to life

Bring her back

Bring her back to life

You Might Be a Country Boy If... Part 1

While going through my Daddy's things after he passed away, I found this handwritten list of things titled You Might Be a Country Boy If

You Might Be a Country Boy If...

by Bob Lawry

You have used your boot to carry water from the ditch to fill your radiator

You have rocked your car back and forth to pick up the last bit of gas when you are on empty

You have ever blown in your gas tank when vapor locked

You ever poured water from the ditch on the fuel pump when vapor locked

You ever drove home on a flat tire (whomp, whomp, whomp)

You ever road a train behind a steam engine

The Sound of Almost

 

The Sound of Almost

by Richard Lawry

Will you be my marching partner

Eyes lit up

Then turned darker

I have been asked already

But yes

Maybe I will

Let's see

You smiled soft

Said you had a plan

Talk to him

And if you can

We'll march

Pomp and Circumstance slow

Your hand touched mine

In the afterglow

This is the sound of almost

Borderline and just about

Within an inch

Day in, day out

Every door

That almost closed

Hangs there swinging

Soft and slow

I can hear every echo

The sound of almost

College engineering program

On my way

In a few days

Washington state was calling

I was unsure

And kept stalling

I almost hit that highway west

Tank was full

Heart was a mess

Looking for a brand new start

One foot forward

But a longing heart

This is the sound of almost

Borderline and just about

Within an inch

Day in, day out

Every door

That almost closed

Hangs there swinging

Soft and slow

I can hear every echo

The sound of almost

Maybe all these

Missing pieces

Are the shape of who I am

All the nearlys

All the almosts

All the somedays

That I never had

This is the sound of almost

Borderline and just about

Within an inch

Day in, day out

Every door

That almost closed

Hangs there swinging

Soft and slow

I can hear every echo

The sound of almost

Maybe all these

Missing pieces

Are the shape of who I am

All the nearlys

All the almosts

Have left me

Truly satisfied

This is the sound of almost

Borderline and just about

Within an inch

Day in, day out

Every door

That almost closed

Hangs there swinging

Soft and slow

I can hear every echo

The sound of almost

The sound of almost

The sound of my life

The sound of contentment

This is the sound of almost

You can listen to the song as recorded by The Junkyard Misfits at this link

Sunshine and Rain

Sunshine and Rain

by Richard Lawry

Earl Grey in a old blue mug

You smile, say

Howdy, ladybug

Sunshine morning daydream

Flowers bathed

In golden light

You pull down

Your old hat brim

Till your eyes are out of sight

Say, watch the flowers, Baby

They don't choose

Which side is right

I love sunshine

I love the rain

Cold raindrops dancing

On my windowpane

Every bright morning

Every wet day

You must have

Both of them to grow

I love sunshine

I love the rain

Joy and the aching

They all have a place

Hold me through the easy

Through the hard

Both are necessary to grow

We live life in crooked rows

Traveling the road below

You say

Every little heartbreak

Is just weather for the soul

Storm rolls in

The sky turns black

Thunder like a flank attack

But your hand

Finds my heartbeat

Says, this is how

The gardens grow

I love sunshine

I love the rain

Cold raindrops dancing

On my windowpane

Every bright morning

Every wet day

You must have

Both of them to grow

I love sunshine

I love the rain

Joy and the aching

They all have a place

Hold me through the easy

Through the hard

Both are necessary to grow

Let it pour

Let it blaze

We are fields

We are flames

Every tear

Every ray

Writes another

Blessed new day

I love sunshine

I love the rain

Cold raindrops dancing

On my windowpane

Every bright morning

Every wet day

You must have

Both of them to grow

I love sunshine

I love the rain

Joy and the aching

They all have a place

Hold me through the easy

Through the hard

Both are necessary to grow

You can listen to the song as recorded by Faded Chrome at this link

1940 Plymouth

 

1940 Plymouth 4 door Sedan. All original, rust free. Title in hand. New brakes, museum piece. Rotating our inventory. Drive it home. Very rare and in excellent condition. 11,900.00

 

1939 Lincoln Zephyr

 

For Sale - 19,500.00 

87 year old survivor. From the Cory Coker museum. Mechanically restored. Drive anywhere. One repaint, Non V12-1949 Mercury Flathead V8. Original 3 speed manual transmission and rear. Smooth as glass. Located in Mena, Arkansas.

Our physical location and mailing address is:

Lawry's Used Cars

3008 Hwy 71 South

Mena, AR 71953

Our phone number is:

Office 479-394-9938

Richie cell 479-234-2373

Kenny cell 713-203-4944

e-mail

richies@sbcglobal.net

This car was featured in the single, Temple of Steel by Faded Chrome. You can listen to the song at the link below.