'84 300zx

If I was fourteen, that'd make you thirty-nine
On Greers Ferry Lake, there for the summer time
You knew I had your car out driving on my own
That six-foot digit sure did cut clear across the road
Don't you know?
Well here we go

You taught me how to drive before the age of 12
Why they dug that ditch there Lord I can never tell
Weeds on the gravel road taller than a man
When I hopped that six-foot ditch that car never stood a chance
You understand?
Well God damn

I'm older now then you were then
You raised us boys up to be good men
I think about it now
The car in the ditch and that long walk back to the house

Driving the neighbor kids we're all stuffed in the hatchback
Matthew riding shotgun and not one got a scratch
It was clear that car wasn't going anywhere
When you finally found us you didn't even yell
You could tell
It wouldn't help

I'm older now than you were then
You raised us boys up to be good men
I think about it now
The car in the ditch and a long walk back to the house

Was a little more than a pig trail
Was driving like a bat out of hell
It sure was a doggone shame
That car never was the same
What doggone shame
Oh Lord

If I was fourteen, that'd make you thirty-nine
Another night could save the day, could make it right
Throttle open wide
Now what a sight

I'm older now than you were then
You raised us boys up to be good men
A father now and I know some way
I got it coming back to me one day
I think about it now
The car in the ditch and that long walk back to the house