He said son hold it still

Keep that beam shining straight

He’d have a 9/16ths in one hand 

Working on that Chevrolet

It seemed like every Saturday

Soon as the sun went down

We’d be huddled underneath that hood

Tinkering around 

And of all of the great memories I’ve had

The best ones are those nights just me and my dad



He’ll never how much he taught me 

Out in that garage 

And I guess the stuff that stuck 

Was more about life than fixing cars

Cause to this day I still can’t make them run right

But I sure did learn a lot

Just holding the flashlight



He told me a lot of stories 

About Grandpa and the war

While he was trying to show me 

What a carburator’s for

I learned a couple cuss words 

When he skinned his knuckles up

And I found out Momma was the only girl

He ever really loved 

Then I asked him about women, he just laughed

Said if we stayed out here all year

We wouldn’t have time enough for that



He’ll never how much he taught me 

Out in that garage 

And I guess the stuff that stuck 

Was more about life than fixing cars

Cause to this day I still can’t make them run right

But I sure did learn a lot

Just holding the flashlight



And to this day I still can’t make them run right

But deep inside I know that it’s alright

Cause I sure 

Just holding the flashlight



Thanks Dad