The Dashboard

We laughed and joked in the cab of his truck Just my brother and me The night before he shipped out overseas A leatherneck, jarhead marine He said the radiator leaks and the timing belt is worn But the heart and soul of this old beat-up truck, Is the Dashboard [Chorus] It’s seen a lot of tan legs, Got a kick ass radio, Heard a lot of singing along to some country songs and rock & roll, Got a .38 bullet hole, courtesy of Kate Tillman’s dad, A lot of scotch tape marks from holding timeless photographs He said if I don’t come back, you can have this Ford Just tape a picture of me on the dashboard He said the paint is peeling off, It’s got dents in both the doors If something happens to me, Don’t hang a for sale sign above the dashboard [Chorus] I had the engine overhauled, A paint job and brand new chrome, I had her washed and waxed, Sitting in the drive the day he came home I said here’s your keys, she’s all yours I fixed everything, but the dashboard