A Song About My Father

Frank's Imperial - By Ken Hogan



A white shirt, a bow tie,

I still see him in my mind's eye,

behind the wheel, that's my old man,

drivin' his 67' Crowne Coupe sedan,

and all his life,

he worked so hard,

to raise his family, and buy that car...



Frank's Imperial- comin' through in a deep blue dream

Frank's Imperial- the finest car you ever seen

Frank's Imperial- hands on the wheel, head in the sky

Frank's Imperial, cruisin' on up... glidin' on by...



And I remember the time he bought a Cadillac,

three days later yeah, he brought it back,

said it just didn't have, that same feel,

as his Imperial automobile,

shoulda seen him smile, as he drove it on home,

his pride was shinin' just like all that chrome,

Chorus:

Frank's Imperial- comin' through in a big blue dream

Frank's Imperial- the finest car you ever seen

Frank's Imperial- hands on the wheel, head in the sky

Frank's Imperial, cruising on up... glidin' on by...



...and I'm in the back seat, just 12 years old,

a Sunday drive, rollercoaster road,

flyin high, in Frank's blue jet,

he's got his arm out the window, holdin' a cigarette,

his car has style, his car has class,

whitewall tires, tinted glass,

it rides so smooth, strong and fast,

Frank just smiles, and steps on the gas...



so now the man and his car are gone,

I remember, I carry on,

I miss the man and his car for sure,

they just don't make 'em like that anymore,

and all his life,

he worked so hard,

he loved his family, and he loved his car...



and I don't know much, about hell or heaven

but I hope he's up there right now

drivin that big blue 67'



Frank's Imperial- comin' through in a deep blue dream

Frank's Imperial- the finest car you ever seen

Frank's Imperial- hands on the wheel, head in the sky

Frank's Imperial, cruisin' on up... glidin' on by...

glidin' on by...


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