We got her white From the factory But daddy had her Painted baby blue She had A red vinyl interior That burned my legs On summer afternoons She took us Down to Panama City And we got sand All in the seats And the year We went out west She made it up Pike's Peak I could go anywhere In that automobile My dreams came true Behind the wheel No road was too long No mountain too steep For me And my Galaxie 500 Mama said kids I'll be right back And left us In the K-Mart parking lot On the radio We heard the news In Memphis Dr. King Had just been shot So late that night I sat alone Feet propped up On the big dashboard And I cried myself To sleep again Like every time before When I came home From school one day In the driveway Sat a Datsun With two doors And I never told A single soul How much I missed that Ford No road was too long No valley too deep For me And my Galaxie 500