I know it's a bad car I know it's a piece of junk I know the best tire on it Is in the trunk
Just when you start to pass It always starts to shake Cause over 55 it's a bitch to drive On the interstate
It's broke down more than it runs But I'm broke down knowing that it's done
It witnessed all those tears nobody ever saw me cry When I broke the law through Arkansas to tell my dad goodbye It didn't get there pretty, but it got me there that day So it's a little hard to see it roll away
I know it's a bad car I know that the windshield's cracked And when it isn't leaking oil It's leaking gas
It always needs a jump It always needs Freon Yea there's death and taxes And the check engine light is coming on
It heard the first bad word my first born ever said Runnin late, when I hit breaks at a yellow turning red There's still Kool-Aid on the console that reminds me of that day So I'm a little sad to see it roll away, roll away
It knows more of my secrets than I'll ever tell So to keep from crying As they tow it away I tell myself I know it's a bad car I know it's a piece of junk I know the best tire on it Is in the trunkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
