Whitewalls and Fenderskirts
by Richard Lawry
Whitewalls spinning down the street
Flashing a smile as we meet
Hubcaps gleaming like a steel guitar
Chasing dreams in my favorite car
Fenderskirts low
The paint it gleams
Every turn a snapshot
A vintage dream
Whitewalls whisper
The night agrees
We're riding
The edge of memories
Fins slicing through the evening air
Tuck and roll seats, fuzzy dice hanging there
Radio crackles with a timeless tune
Under the night sky we race the moon
Lost in the roar of the V/8's song
Time slips away as we drive on
Fenderskirts low
The paint it gleams
Every turn a snapshot
A vintage dream
Whitewalls whisper
The night agrees
We're riding
The edge of memories
Whitewalls and fenderskirts are keeping score
Miles blur, but I crave a little more
Hubcaps and fins are just a ghost
Haunting the past
But these moments
Oh, they're built to last
Fenderskirts low
The paint it gleams
Every turn a snapshot
A vintage dream
Whitewalls whisper
The night agrees
We're riding
The edge of memories
Whitewalls and fenderskirts are keeping score
Miles blur, but I crave a little more
Hubcaps and fins are just a ghost
Haunting the past
But these moments
Oh, they're built to last
Yeah
Whitewalls and fenderskirts
They're built to last
You can listen to the song as recorded by Faded Chrome at this link
You can listen to the song as recorded by The Junkyard Misfits at this link
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