Well, Ma was cannin' fruit one year, and needed bottle lids.
So she hopped in Pa’s old Model ‘A’, with me and seven kids.
Well we headed out to Goshen Town, about three miles away.
We headed down a one lane road, in Pa’s old model ‘A’.
After we gone a mile, we saw old Liza Dunn,
A walking to the grocery store, in the mean ol' summer sun.
So Ma pulled up to Liza, and offered her a ride.
And Liza hopped the runnin’ board, 'cause us kids was packed inside.
Well it wasn’t long until we reached, the top of Lenard's Hill,
And the Model ‘A’ lost all its brakes, and Lord we got a thrill!
We headed down old Lenard's Hill, a bouncin’ all about!
Old Liza stuck her head inside, but her rear was hanging out.
Then Liza screamed inside my ear, then I could hear her pray;
'Cause coming up that one lane road, was a load of third crop hay!
Oh how I wish that I was sleepin’, and this was just a dream,
When I saw old Tom Jackson, a pullin’ on his team!
I heard old Liza screamin’, in that squeaky voice of hers!
'Cause her rump was beatin' bushes, and catchin' cockle burrs.
Well how Ma missed that load of hay, no one will ever know.
'Cause Ma turned loose of that steerin' wheel, and let that old Ford go!
Well the Model ‘A’ kept bouncin’, to the bottom of the hill.
And if it wasn’t for the duck pond, Well we’d be bouncin still!
Then the ol' Ford made a sudden stop, and Liza Dunn turned loose.
She flew out in the duck pond, and landed on a Goose.
Ol' Liza wasn’t hurt too bad, except that pride of hers.
'Cause her clothes and hair was packed with mud, and mean old cockle-burrs.
But our day wasn’t wasted, and that night we had some fun.
When Ma cooked up that old gray goose, that was killed by Liza Dunn.
Well I’ve had some wild rides, but I won’t forget the day.
When ma went after bottle lids, in pa’s old Model ‘A’.
By Floyd A. Jensen, The Utah Cowboy
Copyright © January 1978
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