My Old Cars

My Old Cars - Chris Knight/Knight/Baird

Everyone I ever owned

Except the one I'm driving now

Been stripped down to the bare bone and sent outta town

There's a mustang and a

G T O bloody seats and caved in grill

There's a scar on my forehead for every busted windshield

My old cars

They haunt me still

'Cause I droven every one of 'em over edge it's a wonder

I wasn't killed

My old cars

Rise up from the wheel

I wish to hell and back was far enough to outrun

Your memory

I drive by that junkyard

Count the times you broke my heart

Watchin' jack play with a socket wrench

Drinkin' beer and yankin' parts

I can count these broken bones cause' broken bone will heal

But I can't stand to count the times you said I love

You ain't no big deal

My old cars

They haunt me still

'Cause I droven every one of 'em over edge

It's a wonder

I wasn't killed

My old cars

Rise up from the wheel

I wish to hell and back was far enough to outrun

Your memory

Last week

I bought a 442 black as ace of spades

I sold my half of grandpa's

Land bes he's rollin' is his grave

My friends say

I'll get over you but my friends they just don't know

Gonna take her out

On a 41 see how fast she can go

My old cars

They haunt me still

'Cause I droven every one of 'em

Over the edge it's a wonder

I wasn't killed

My old cars

Rise up from the wheel

I wish to hell and back was far enough to outrun

Your memory

I wish to hell and back was far enough to outrun

Your memory