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
 '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
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 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