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