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Thread #96951   Message #3835260
Posted By: Joe Offer
27-Jan-17 - 07:12 PM
Thread Name: Origins: The Red Corvette (John McCutcheon)
Subject: ADD: The Red Corvette (John McCutcheon)
I don't think this song has been posted here, and I couldn't find it in the generous selection of lyrics at John McCutcheon's Website, http://www.folkmusic.com/.

Interestingly, I found the lyrics in a sermon at https://www.rabatchurch.org/sermons/an-exploration-of-freedom/. Here they are, corrected while I was listening to the recording.

THE RED CORVETTE
(John McCutcheon)

One morning while reading the paper, in search of a new set of wheels,
The classifieds had a most curious ad in their listing of automobiles.
I read in suspicious amusement what seemed like a wild stroke of luck.
"Corvette Stingray," it said, "low mileage, bright red, '83 model, 65 bucks."

Now I was used to my newspaper's typos, still I called up that number straight 'way.
About that '83 'Vette, have you sold that thing yet? She said, "No, you're my first call today."
I said, "There's been some mistake in the paper. They've printed the price wrong somehow."
"Oh no," replied she, "they got that from me." I said, "Don't sell that car. I'm leaving now."

Her address was in a part of the city where I'd ventured just one time or two.
Where doctors, bank presidents, and lawyers are residents and houses are massive and new.
As I turned up the half-mile driveway, there in the heat of the day,
In the sunlight it gleamed, the car of my dreams, just $65 away.

Now the interior was done in white leather. It had a 587 V-8,
Gull wingspan doors, Hurst four on the floor and the eight-channel tape deck was great.
There was chrome on the chrome on the fenders, an aerodynamic design.
A bar, a TV it was boggling to me that for 65 bucks this was mine.

I expected this woman was crazy to sell off this car at that price.
But as we walked down the lane, she seemed perfectly sane. She was charming, really quite nice.
And she smiled with such great satisfaction as she handed me title and keys.
I said, "I've just gotta know why you've let this thing go. What's wrong with this car, tell me please?"

Said she, "I'll be sixty come Tuesday. I've lived here with my husband Earl.
But after thirty years wed and without a word said, he left me for a young teenage girl.
But with his credit cards left here behind him, I knew that he couldn't get far.
Last night from Florida he, sent a wire to me. Said, "I need money dear, sell the car."

Here's the recording:

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