Eastern Appalachian Roadside Art Songtext

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
Brought 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