Back in the fifties before I was born
There was the greatest car ever built or so he'd of sworn
He lost that car somewhere between here and heaven
But he kept those custom plates that read: "Old 57"
He quit his job driving Pepsi around town
Became a union man from dawn to sundown
When there's a family to feed you've got no time to kill
But on weekends he'd drive down to the bar and grill
When he was pushing fifty, I was sixteen and a half
He through his car keys at me and started to laugh
"Can you drive old number 57 home?"
Those old license plates went on every new car
He liked to drive long but he never went far
He told me don't take on the working man's load
You've got yourself a future if you just stay on the road