Riding With Private Malone
Wood Newton/Tom Shepard
I was just out of the service,
thumbing through the classifieds.
When an ad that said "Old Chevy",
somehow caught my eye.
The lady didn't know the year
or even if it ran.
But I had that thousand dollars
in my hand.

It was way back in the corner
of this old ramshackle barn.
With thirty years of dust and dirt
on that green army tarp.
And When I pulled the cover off,
it took away my breath.
What she called a Chevy
was a '66 Corvette.

And I felt a little guilty
as I counted out the bills,
but what a thrill I got
when I sat behind the wheel.
I opened up the glove box,
and that's when I found the note.
The date was 1966
and this is what he wrote.

He said "My name is Private Andrew Malone.
If you're reading this
then I didn't make it home.
But for every dream that's shattered
another one comes true.
This car was once a dream of mine
now it belongs to you.
Though you may take her
and make her your own,
You'll always be riding
with Private Malone."

Well it didn't take me long at all
I had her running good.
I loved to hear those horses thunder
underneath the hood.
I had her shining like a diamond
and I put the rag top down
all the pretty girls
would stop and stare
as I drove her through town.

The buttons on the radio
didn't seem to work quite right.
But it picked up that oldies show
especially late at night.
I'd get the feeling sometimes
if I turned real quick I'd see,
a soldier riding shotgun
in the seat right next to me.

It was a young man named Private Andrew Malone,
who fought for his Country
and never made it home.
But for every dream that's shattered
another one comes true.
This car was once a dream of his
back when it was new.
He told me to take her
and make her my own.
And I was proud to be riding
with Private Malone.

One night it was raining hard
I took the curve too fast.
I still don't remember much
about that fiery crash.
Someone said they thought they saw
a soldier pull me out.
They didn't get his name
but I know without a doubt.

It was a young man named
Private Andrew Malone.
Who fought for his Country
and never made it home.
But for every dream that's shattered
another one comes true.
This car was once a dream of his
back when it was new.
And I know I wouldn't be here
if he hadn't tagged along.
Yeah that night I was riding
with Private Malone.

Oh Thank God I was riding
with Private Malone.

Private Malone

Thanks to David Bradley for submitting these lyrics.