A long-time-ago friend of mine wrote and recorded this song during the early '80s, when people were going through a period of energy conservation and awareness (a Jimmy Carter priority everyone mostly hated). It's not the entire song. Just a few stanzas:
I dreamed we found more oil reserves
Than we could ever use
And we didn’t have to drive those little bitty cars
Or wear holes in our shoes.
And we could all drive 442s
And giddyup 409s
Have funfunfun in daddy’s T-Bird
If we make it home on time.
And the dream said, “Beware
Of prophets of doom
And heed our new leader’s (note: Ronald Reagan) line.
Together we can turn the mountains into oil fields
And make the trains run on time.”
And we could leave our thermostats
Sitting yonder up on high
And drive our Rocket 88s
To the mall up in the sky.
And the dream went on to say
This miracle occurred
when the oil companies got more slack
And we took that much needed second look
at the ’77 Clean Air Act.
And we could all drive Chrysler Imperials
And loaded Coupe De Villes
And our God-like trucks will have lots of leg room
And more power through the hills.
Jerry was a man ahead of his time. We didn't find those oil fields, but we did the rest, anyway. Never bothered to wonder where all that oil was coming from, nor what we'd do if it ever got scarce.
I suppose today Jerry'd be scorned as a green, whereas in those days he was just a source of smiles and shaking heads.
On to the next song.