Fancy Machine
Grant Anderson
Lonely roads
Walking home
Why'd you leave me all alone?
When we first met
You were dressed in red
But now you're gone and there's so many things I left unsaid
I was looking at a photo of us back in '98
It was after that fender-bender
But don't worry baby, you still looked great
She was my honky trunk of love
I picked her up from a heaven above
She was my beauty queen
A mighty fine well oiled, heavy engine
V-8, four wheel, seat warming
Cup holding, air bagging, defrosting
Child locking, freedom loving, fancy machine.
Fancy machine
A fancy machine
She was my fancy machine
A fancy machine
She was my fancy machine
A fancy machine
She was my fancy machine
Fancy machine
