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Got an old '84 sittin' out in the yard
Rust-free body but the work's still hard
Brother said, "It's yours if the boy wants to drive,"
So we rolled up our sleeves, tried to bring it alive
Belts were cracked, starter was toast
Carburetor looked like it gave up the ghost
But me and my boy, we were wrenchin' with pride
With a socket in hand and the Lord on our side
We tore it down with a hope and a prayer
Grease on our hands and wind in our hair
No clue what we're doin', but we're gettin' there
Just a father and son and some busted-up gear
From the hoses to the pipes, yeah we gave it some care
Now that V6 growls like it just don't care
She's a four-wheel thunder rollin' anywhere
Our red dirt redemption on a hope and a prayer
Clutch still kicks like a stubborn mule
But the kid's learnin' fast, breakin' all the rules
He pops the hood like he's born to fix
Talks like "vacuum leaks" and "timing mix."
We burned a few knuckles, dropped a few tools
But damn if that truck don't make us feel cool
She ain't showroom clean, but she sure can haul
Got soul in the steel and grit in her crawl
We tore it down with a hope and a prayer
Grease on our hands and wind in our hair
No clue what we're doin', but we're gettin' there
Just a father and son and some busted-up gear
From the hoses to the pipes, yeah we gave it some care
Now that V6 growls like it just don't care
She's a four-wheel thunder rollin' anywhere
Our red dirt redemption on a hope and a prayer
Now every start is a little less blind
Every shift is a moment in time
He's learnin' to drive, I'm watchin' him grow
Through busted bolts and that backroad flow
We built it up with a hope and a prayer
Blood, sweat, and rust in the open air
No YouTube guide, just a love we share
And a six-pack of bolts and a few worn spares.
She don't shine, but we sure still stare
At that beat-up Ranger like it's rare