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Oh, I know. I'm gonna tell you 'bout Eastern Appalachian Roadside Modern Art. I'm gonna drive to West Virginia Buy myself a shack Put my good car in the front yard And lock it up on jacks I'm gonna take my a coupla wheels off Roll 'em down into the creek I'm gonna bust a coupla windows Fix it with a plastic sheet I got tired of working for nothing Working everyday The bills made me a poor man, But I found a better way I just build myself a sculpture A monument to Chevrolet And now I got a gallery where my Front yard used to lay Well, I'm working on a '49 Ford I got it hidden, 'round in the back yard But it's only going to be a few days 'Til it's rusted just enough to display When I roll it on down by the road I'll have a monument to Henry Ford SongtexteBrought to you by Eastern Mountain Appalachian Roadside Modern Art Yeah, Modern Art So bring your car to West Virginia Buy your own favorite spot Get you a big old front yard Start yourself a parking lot You can roll 'em up on one side You can roll 'em over onto the roof You can roll 'em down into the creek bed You can leave 'em on the avenue But, hey, now don't you go thinking that's just a car Listen here, buddy, that's a work of art That was America's finest form of transportation Don't you think it needs just a little celebration? All I'm trying to do is brought to you by Eastern Mountain Appalachian Roadside Modern Art Yeah, Modern Art Aus Songtexte Mania