Bad Car
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
It's over 55 bits of bitch 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 Arkansaw 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
When it isn't leaking oil
It's leaking gas
It always needs a jump
It always needs free oil
Yeah there's death in taxes
And the check engine light
Is coloured on
It heard the first bad word
My first-born ever said
Running late when I hit the brakes
At 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
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
It's over 55 bits of bitch 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 Arkansaw 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
When it isn't leaking oil
It's leaking gas
It always needs a jump
It always needs free oil
Yeah there's death in taxes
And the check engine light
Is coloured on
It heard the first bad word
My first-born ever said
Running late when I hit the brakes
At 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
Credits
Writer(s): Brandy Clark, Jason Saenz
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