He said, "Son, hold it still
Keep that beam shining straight"
He'd have a nine-sixteenths in one hand 
Working on that Chevrolet

It seemed like every Saturday
Soon as the sun went down
We'd be huddled underneath that hood
Tinkering around 

And of all of the great memories I've had
The best ones are those nights, just me and my dad

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 them 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

I learned a couple cuss words 
When he skinned his knuckles up
And I found out Momma was the only girl
He ever really loved 

Then I asked him about women, he just laughed
Said if we stayed out here all year, we wouldn't have time enough for that

He'll never 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 them run right
But I sure did learn a lot just holding the flashlight

And to this day I still can't make them run right
But deep inside I know that it's alright
'Cause I sure did learn a lot just holding the flashlight