Don't overlook the independent mechanic in your neighborhood because you think you have to take your car to the dealer.
The Corner Garage
Tom Demarest 11/27/03
© Oregrown Music 2003
It was just like the guy told me, down at the Corner Garage.
He said “Son it’s headin’ for ya! It’s a bullet you can’t dodge.
You best quit your messin’ ‘round...fix this car or don’t leave town.
Gonna leave you high an dry when your chips are down.
How did he know it?...How did he know?
Is he some kind a prophet, or am I just a schmo?
He must have seen a vision I dismissed for a mirage
Don’t take the words to lightly friend, you hear at the Corner Garage.
This lady right behind me brings her Beemer to this guy.
I looked around in disbelief ... I just had to ask her “Why?”
“I said you must know the dealer?” She said “Yes I surely do.
I bought his yacht, but this guy here, he paddles a canoe.”
I think she knows it. I think she knows
She ain’t buyin’ no more tickets to that Beemer dealer’s show
No more lattes in the waiting room with the “Customer Massage”
But the Beemer’s runnin’ perfect, when she leaves the Corner Garage.
His coveralls are denim, his toolbox isn’t red
But your car is always ready exactly when he said
You might see a Lamborghini parked right next to some old Dodge
All you gotta do....is get it to....the guy at the Corner Garage.
Then you will know it... Then you will know
He’s in it for the challange....it’s not about your dough!
The truth is he’s an artist, all these cars are his collage.
When you find him you’ll know him, he’s the guy at the Corner Garage.
all rights reserved