He'd say son hold it still
Keep that beam shining straight
He'd have a nine-sixteenths in one hand
Working on that Chevrolet
It'd seem like every Saturday
As soon as the sun went down
Wed huddled underneath that hood
Tinkering around
And of all the great memories I have
The best ones are those nights
Just me and my dad
And he'll never know how much he taught me
Out in that garage
And I guess the stuff that stuck
Was more about life than fixing cars
Cause to this day I still can't make 'em run right
But I sure did learn a lot
Just holding the flashlight
He told me a lot of stories
About grandpa and the war
While he was trying to show me what a carburetor's for
And I learned a couple cuss words
We skinned his knuckles up
And I found out momma was the only girl
He ever really loved
But when I asked him about women he just laughed
Said if we stay out here all year
We wouldn't have time enough for that
And he'll never know how much he taught me
Out in that garage
And I guess the stuff that stuck
Was more about life than fixing cars
'Cause to this day I still can't make 'em run right
But I sure did learn a lot
Just holding the flashlight
Now to this day I still can't make em run right
But deep inside I know that's alright
'Cause I sure did learn a lot
Just holding the flashlight
Thanks old man
