Towing Capacity
 

On Mar 27, 12:08*pm, Tim wrote:

I'm not a slave to fashion. my tow vehicle is a 1990 Mercury Colony
Park wagon.

In the words of Aaron Tippin: First a side note. On our annual fishing
trip to Center Hill Lake, we stayed on the lake close to Smithville.
Aaron has a hunting/fishing/convenience store there. We went in there
and he was there, talked to us for half an hour!

Sometimes she runs, sometimes she don't
More than once she's left me on the side of the road
The older she gets the slower we go
But there ain't nothin' wrong with the radio



She needs a carburetor, a set of plug wires
She's ridin' me around on four bald tires
The wipers don't work and the horn don't blow
But there ain't nothin' wrong with the radio
I've got sixteen speakers crossin' my back dash
A little bobbin' dog watchin' everybody pass
Dual antennas whippin' in the wind
Lord, there ain't a country station that I can't tune in
She ain't a Cadillac and she ain't a Rolls
But there ain't nothin' wrong with the radio

I got stopped by a cop late last night
Out-of-date tags and no tail lights
He said I oughta run you in but I'm lettin' you go
Because there ain't nothin' wrong with your radio
I got the best lookin' gal in my hometown
I asked her last time that i took her out
Honey, tell me what it is that makes you love me so
She said there ain't nothin' wrong with your radio

I've got sixteen speakers crossin' my back dash
A little bobbin' dog watchin' everybody pass
Dual antennas whippin' in the wind
Lord, there ain't a country station that I can't tune in
She ain't a Cadillac and she ain't a Rolls
But there ain't nothin' wrong with the radio

No, she ain't a Cadillac and she ain't a Rolls
But there ain't nothin' wrong with the radio.

Towing Capacity
 

wrote:
On Mar 27, 12:08�pm, Tim wrote:

I'm not a slave to fashion. my tow vehicle is a 1990 Mercury Colony
Park wagon.

In the words of Aaron Tippin: First a side note. On our annual fishing
trip to Center Hill Lake, we stayed on the lake close to Smithville.
Aaron has a hunting/fishing/convenience store there. We went in there
and he was there, talked to us for half an hour!

Sometimes she runs, sometimes she don't
More than once she's left me on the side of the road
The older she gets the slower we go
But there ain't nothin' wrong with the radio



She needs a carburetor, a set of plug wires
She's ridin' me around on four bald tires
The wipers don't work and the horn don't blow
But there ain't nothin' wrong with the radio
I've got sixteen speakers crossin' my back dash
A little bobbin' dog watchin' everybody pass
Dual antennas whippin' in the wind
Lord, there ain't a country station that I can't tune in
She ain't a Cadillac and she ain't a Rolls
But there ain't nothin' wrong with the radio

I got stopped by a cop late last night
Out-of-date tags and no tail lights
He said I oughta run you in but I'm lettin' you go
Because there ain't nothin' wrong with your radio
I got the best lookin' gal in my hometown
I asked her last time that i took her out
Honey, tell me what it is that makes you love me so
She said there ain't nothin' wrong with your radio

I've got sixteen speakers crossin' my back dash
A little bobbin' dog watchin' everybody pass
Dual antennas whippin' in the wind
Lord, there ain't a country station that I can't tune in
She ain't a Cadillac and she ain't a Rolls
But there ain't nothin' wrong with the radio

No, she ain't a Cadillac and she ain't a Rolls
But there ain't nothin' wrong with the radio.

Fits my wagon to a "T". except mine only has 14 speakers...

Tehre as a rich Texan standing in a bar in his fine tailor-made suit
Big brimmed hat and silver-toed Tony Lama, and was sippin' on Seagrams
V.O. Sitting next to him at the end of the bar was a beat'down
hillbilly in a dirty white T shirt and bib overalls sucking down 3.2
sop.

Next thing you know the Texan kicked 'ol green teeth in the shin.
"OW!" said the hillbilly and turned to the Texan.

The Texan then boasted. "Boy! Where I come from, I've got the biggest
ranch in all of Texas!"

"Well now, jist how big IS yer' spread thar mister?"

"My spread is so big that after breakfast at 6AM I get in my pickup
and by the time I get down to the end fo the lane to get the mailbox,
it's noon and time for lunch. Then, when I get back home it's 6PM and
suppers a-waitin' on the table!"

The bumpkin then said:

"Y'know, mister? I usta' have me a pick-ap truck jist li' kat!"