Laid back, floating on a breeze Old dog in the front seat Head hanging out the window Red light, ready, set, go I pick her up for a slow down Friday night I still remember every mile Showing off on Main Street I turned around at the BP
In that windshield glass I go back And the miles and the memories roll on past I'm right back Yeah, this damned old truck No, it ain't worth much Till you look past that rust, you'll see It's a walking, talking, Detroit time machine
Put a whole lot of gas in it Drove a little too fast in it There's a whole lot of past in it And it'll take you right back in it
That space was yours back in the game Oh, what's her name, is back in the frame My first, my last, yeah, just like that
In that windshield glass I go back And the miles and the memories roll on past I'm right back Yeah, this damned old truck No, it ain't worth much Till you look past that rust, you'll see It's a walking, talking, Detroit time machine
Put a whole lot of gas in it Drove a little too fast in it There's a whole lot of past in it And it'll take you right back in it
Burned a whole lot of gas Drove a whole lot of fast There's a whole lot of past And it'll take you right back in it
In that windshield glass I go back And the miles and the memories roll on past I'm right back Yeah, this damn old truck No, it ain't worth much Till you look past that rust, you'll see It's a walking, talking, Detroit time machine
Put a whole lot of gas in it Drove a little too fast in it There's a whole lot of past in it And it'll take you right back in it
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