Lyrics to Thunderbird

ThunderbirdMy Thunderbird, My Thunderbird
Put Your Head On My Shoulder
Don't Say A Word
We'll Cut Across Town In My ThunderbirdThere's A Burial Ground
Beneath A Cattle Herd
Mr. Henry Ford's Building Me A ThunderbirdMy Thunderbird, My Thunderbird
Put Your Head On My Shoulder
Don't Say A Word
We'll Cut Across The Country In My ThunderbirdWe're From Pennsylvania
Welsh Men Of Words
My Daddy Drove A Desoto
I Drive A Thunderbird
My Thunderbird, My Thunderbird
She's The Voice Of The Future
Baby, Have You Heard
Tomorrow's Taken Wing On My ThunderbirdMy Thunderbird, My Thunderbird
Put Your Head On My Shoulder
Don't Say A Word
We'll Cut Across Town In My ThunderbirdGot Electric Windows
Tilt Away Wheel
Slide Across The Bucket Seat
For That Sexy Leather Feel OfMy Thunderbird, My Thunderbird
Put Your Head On My Shoulder
Don't Say A Word
We'll Cut Across Town In My Thunderbird
From The Old Volkswagen
Back To The Model T
A Lot Of Men Died
Just So You Could Ride With Me InMy Thunderbird, My Thunderbird
She Drives Like A Dream
Baby Rest Assured
It Don't Get Any Better Than A ThunderbirdMy Daddy Was A Salesman
My Brother Was Too
I Would Sell Anything
Just To Try To Stay With YouBut Not My Thunderbird
No Not My Thunderbird
Willy Loman's Saying Something
I Can't Hear A Word
I'm Going Too Fast In My ThunderbirdThey Make 'Em That Way
Yeah They Make 'Em That Way
Well They Make 'Em That Way
Yeah They Make 'Em That Way
Well They Make 'Em That Way