He left his Mercedes Benz, a ruby red from ‘64
We’d wipe that hood clean and push the pedal to the floor
Last night we went out driving to see the fields my grandpa sweat
Those South Dakota summers just get harder to forget

Run, engine, run
Keep turning ‘till the day is done
Run, engine, run
For the man who asked for none

He won her at an auction just a couple months before
It seemed he gave away everything he saved up to afford
He wore a cowboy hat, a pearl snap shirt
Got up real early for his daily work
He was tied to a tradition from a long time ago

Run, engine, run
Keep turning ‘till the day is done
Run, engine, run
For the man who asked for none

I was sixteen, riding shotgun, it was he, my brother, and I
Along Black Hills gold, the prairie cold, he looked up at the sky
We took the four wheels for a test ride to the Prairie House restaurant
He called the waitress over and joked, “Surprise me with whatever you’d want”

Run, engine, run
Keep turning ‘till the day is done
Run, engine, run
For the man who asked for none