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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 pass, it always starts to shake 'Cause over 55, it's a bitch to drive on the interstate Yeah, 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 I'm a little sad to see it roll away I know it's a bad car, I know that the windshield's cracked When it isn't leaking oil, it's leaking gas It always needs a jump, it always needs Freon Yeah, there's death and taxes, and the check engine light blinkin' on But it heard the first bad word that my firstborn ever said Running late when I hit the brakes 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 From Letras Mania