OLD BILL MOSER'S FORD Vernon Dalhart Sounds like this to me... Old Bill Moser rode a horse Till the old horse died one day, And then he tried to buy a Ford But the dough he could not pay. So he went and shook the rent man off And he made a payment down. He was proud as a settin' hen As he drove it 'round the town. Old Bill Moser nursed his Ford Like a baby two weeks old. He even wrapped it up at night For fear it might take cold. And if you asked him for a ride, He'd never take a chance. Before you ever got aboard, You'd have to dust your pants. He started home from work one day A-drivin' his Ford along, Makin' fourteen miles an hour With his engine singin' a song. Zeke Masters' Ford came up, And as he turned the curve, He hit Bill Moser in the rear And busted up his nerve. It almost broke Bill Moser's heart To see his Ford bent up. He said the durn thing looked just like The chain gang's drinkin' cup. He turned and looked at Masters' Face and the words came fast and hot. I could repeat just what he said, But I guess I better not. And now Bill's workin' night and day To pay the rent man off. His Ford looks like the [can't make out] And his engine's got a cough. With an old flat tire and a bailin' wire And a piece of hickory board, That's all there is. There ain't no more Of old Bill Moser's Ford.
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