It
was a hand me down four door row for F-150.
It had a bench seat tail from sliding over where she'd catch me.
It was color marbled red,
it had a hole in the bed,
a couple left hand burns in the overhead,
about to fall apart,
but that thing had heart I swear.
Cause it was mine and that's all that mattered.
As miles went by,
time went faster.
Ride or die,
knew I'd never find another like my old fixer upper.
For the one float John boat we stole,
I'll go figure.
We had an old Mertin,
we were three sheets in the river.
With
a little JBU whale and a little Bud Light shield.
It was a yacht sitting pretty on the
Cape.
Figured it wouldn't haul last,
but man we caught some bass out there.
And it was mine
and that's all that mattered.
As tides went by,
time went faster.
And sink or swim,
I knew I'd never find another like my old fixer upper.
Yeah,
my old fixer upper.
First love,
first kiss and my first broken heart.
That truck and that boat kept me from falling apart.
Cause they were mine and that's all that mattered.
In the book of my life,
my favorite chapters, yeah.
They were mine and that's all that mattered.
In the book of my life,
my favorite chapters.
Ride or die,
knew I'd never find another
like my old fixer upper.
Yeah, my old fixer upper.
That's * sick.