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 pa**
It always starts to shake
Cause over 55 it’s a b**h 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 d**h 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 trunk