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