Twelve Lane Highway (for all those whose engines often quit the ghost)

This is a humorous song (I hope) in which I remember what it's like to ask a car that ought to be junked to go 100 milse down to the jersey shore. I was young once, had lots of hair and no money. Once I reached into my pockets for admission to a bar and pulled out 1 dollar 44 cents, a can opener and a whole lot of sand. I was happy then. Singing this song, halting when I'm not sure of th next chord, I am once again happy.