Sad Song

Boarin' down the highway
Cigarette between my fingers
I'm a motherfuckin' man on a mission
Bought it cash in hand from a nice old man
And he kept it in outstanding condition
He said son you better get this truck out my sight
I had to ask him if this rig was an omen
He laughed and said i wish it was
It'd probably make it way more fun
But honestly it's just that it's stolen

Yea
Wondered why he wanted it gone
Gave a slight wave from across the lawn
In the rearview, an old man and a mafted dog
Looking like a sad sad song
Looking like a sad sad song
Yea
Wondered why he wanted it gone
Gave a slight wave from across the lawn
In the rearview, an old man and a mafted dog
Looking like a sad sad song
Looking like a sad sad song

Boarin' down the highway
Cigarette between my finger
I'm a motherfuckin man on a mission
I only knew him for some moments, didn't take his claim
He said the heist just to get some laughs
I saw him turn and hobble home, it looked like pain
He turned his head for a gander back
I was off to the races
I scored the internet find of my life
And then the sun was getting in my eyes
I put down the visor down
Out fell the obituary for his wife
No one left to carry the flame
Written on the back
I can't take to the grave
Take care of my second babe
Signed an old man with a dying name

Yea
Wondered why he wanted it gone
Gave a Slight wave from across the lawn
In the rearview, an old man and a mafted dog
Looking like a sad sad song
Looking like a sad sad song
Yea
Wondered why he wanted it gone
Gave a Slight wave from across the lawn
In the rearview, an old man and a mafted dog
Looking like a sad sad song