That Ol' Ford (Version 2) (Final)

(Verse 1) In the ol' garage, under the moonlit sky, An ol' Ford awaits, covered in dust. With wrench in hand and grease on my sleeves, Every bolt turned leads to restoration. (Chorus) Oh, the joys of working on that classic car, Every bolt turned is like touching a star. From every hour spent, that car is saved, In every bolt, a memory made. (Verse 2) Each rusted frame tells a tale untold, Of journeys taken, of memories. With every turn, history shines, In all the metal, dreams come true. (Bridge) It's more than just a machine, it's a labor of love, In the solitude of the moment, with the stars above. With each turn of the wrench, we're rewriting time, Preserving the past, with every curve and body line. (Guitar Solo) (Chorus) Oh, the joys of working on that classic car, Every bolt turned is like touching a star. From every hour spent, that car is saved, In every bolt, a memory made. (Outro) So here's to the dreamers and mechanics alike, In the world of classic cars, where passion shines. For every nut and bolt, a story unfolds, For the joys of driving that classic car. In the world of classic cars, where passion shines. For every nut and bolt, a story unfolds, For the joys of driving that classic car. [piano ending] [fade out]