My Old Cars

Well every one I ever owned, except the one I'm driving now
Been stripped down to the bare bone at Sam's Salvage Town
There's a Mustang and a GTO, bloody seats, and caved in grills
There's a scar on my forehead, for every busted windshield

My old cars, they haunt me still
Cause I drove 'em, every one, 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

Well I can drive by that junkyard
Count the times you broke my heart
Watch a jackleg with a socket wrench
Drinkin' beer and yankin' parts
And I can count these broken bones, 'cause broken bones will heal
But I can't stand to count the times you said our love ain't no big deal

My old cars, they haunt me still
Cause I drove 'em every one 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

Last week I bought a 442, she's black as a ace of spades
I sold my half of grandpa's land, bet he's rollin' is his grave
My friends say I'll get over you
But my friends they just dont know
I'm gonna take her out on 41, see how fast she'll go

My old cars, they haunt me still
Cuase I drove 'em every one 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