Not an Apache, older than the 50’s I think. But whenever I see her I sing this song to myself.
400,000. Miles of broke down truck I crawled outta Nashville on a broken down luck. Fallen to rust at the hems and the seams, she painted the color of broken down dreams. Rust in a race wears thin as a dime, my ’58 Apache gets to work on time.
A’ Singing halleluiah, halleluiah baby. Halleluiah she’s a-rollin’ on home.
Your singing halleluiah, halleluiah baby. Halleluiah standing all alone.
Now the T.V and papers all standing in line, to be the first to tell the story of the end of time. Got peeling paint on the door and the sides in all the passing colors of Oklahoma sky. She’s the color of my heart, the color of my jeans; she’s a two door picture of a broken down queen.
A’ Singing halleluiah, halleluiah baby. Halleluiah she’s a-rollin’ on home.
Your singing halleluiah, halleluiah baby. Halleluiah standing all alone.
Oh, it’s just a’hundreds of colors I’m told, and it’s easy to be blind with all the treasures we hold. Get up to the mountains, I get up high, and I take a’look around ‘fore it all passes by. Keep it my heart now, seed of dreams, and I’ll tell it to their cities and their biggest city scenes.
A’ Singing halleluiah, halleluiah baby. Halleluiah she’s a-rollin’ on home.
You singing halleluiah, halleluiah baby. Halleluiah standing all alone.
400,000. Miles of broke down truck I crawled outta Nashville on my broken down luck. Fallen to rust at the hems and the seams, she painted the color of broken down dreams. Rust in a race wears thin as a dime, my ’58 Apache gets to work on time.
It’s 1958 heart rings true and it’s hard to tell the color, but it’s always been blue.
Halleluiah, halleluiah baby. Halleluiah she’s a-rollin’ on home.
Singing halleluiah, halleluiah baby. Halleluiah standing all alone.
Halleluiah standing all alone.
Reeltime Travelers-Halleluiah 2004
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