My Old Cars - Chris Knight

Everyone I ever owned, except the one I’m driving now

Been stripped down to the bare bone and sent outta town

There’s a Mustang and a GTO, bloody seats, and caved in grill

There’s a scar on my forehead, for every busted windshield

My old cars, they haunt me still

'Cause I droven every one of 'em 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 drive by that junkyard, count the times you broke my heart

Watchin' Jack play with a socket wrench

Drinkin' beer and yankin' parts

I can count these broken bones, cause broken bone will heal

But I can’t stand to count the times you said I love you

Ain’t no big deal

My old cars, they haunt me still

'Cause I droven every one of 'em 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, black as ace of spades

I sold my half of grandpa’s land, bes he’s rollin' is his grave

My friends say I’ll get over you

But my friends they just don’t know

Gonna take her out on a 41, see how fast she can go

My old cars, they haunt me still

'Cause I droven every one of 'em 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