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 to 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 knowin' that it's done
You 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
Runnin' late when I hit the brakes at a yellow turnin' 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
And 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