Henry Ford's Engine

Chorus:
Henry Ford's engine has to go.
Henry Ford's engine has to go.
It has us pulling up the black oil
That once was safely down below,
So Henry Ford's engine has to go.

We burn the gasoline, it kills the air,
We bring the crude stuff in from ev'rywhere,
The pipelines foul the tundra, and the tankers break at sea,
And Henry Ford's engine is the death of you and me.

(Chorus)

I have a proposal and it may seem strange,
I think that we could live with it once it was arranged,
We all could take to walking or we all could ride the train,
Or hitch up the horse and buggy and go driving down the lane.