1956 Studebaker Wagon 1953 Ford “The 1968 Studeford“ This is the story about the time the cities of South Bend, Indiana and Detroit, Michigan came together in Cardiff, Alabama. It’s finish was nice and shiny when he drove it into the yard. His wife stepped out the side door she was looking kind of tired. “Not another one,” She said, “we’ve already got two or three, If you keep driving these clonkers home you’ll be the death of me.” It was just another auto he’d picked along the way. He had ridden in it when it was new back in his childhood days. The brakes needed pumped in order to stop or even slow it down. Other then that, mechanically, it was completely safe and sound. One day while he was away his wife decided to go downtown. Descending the hill from where they lived the neighbors heard a awful sound. Crash, bang, clunk was the sound it made as she wedged it between two trees. The hood, the grill and the fenders in a moment became history. They're resilient these country boys with their southern ingenuity. And before to long he had it on the road again but something looked strange indeed From the rear bumper to the front of the door it was Studebaker all the way. But from there on up it was a Ford you could see it as plain as day. The neighbors would see him leave his drive in his Ford so shiny it beamed Than at evening they would see him return in his Studebaker so nice and clean. It wasn’t a product of South Bend nor was it truly from Detroit What ever it was he could not say yet with this thought his mind did toy. Smoke flowed from the tail pipe as people behind him would cough and sneeze. vapor lock would give him fits his wives clothe pens he would seize. He drove it along the hi ways over back roads the creeks he forged Then all at once it came to him this things a Studeford. True Story. Written By: Troy Windom The Melody is "So Rare"