My Old Cars

(альбом: Heart Of Stone - 2008)

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
Watching Jack play with a socket wrench
Drinking beer and yanking 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 rolling 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