There ain't no doors and no windows, just a roll bar and a radio.
If it rains, you're gonna get wet, but that old 302 ain't laying me down yet.
It's a cut-out picture of the 70s, when everything felt so free.
It's shallow in the little bit of rust, looking good for 42 years young.
Ten sets of tires, a hundred bonfires.
And it can still line up a back row.
It was built for a day like this, a clear blue sky and a white sand kiss.
It's three on the tree and you're down for going slow, my old Bronco.
I flipped it over up on Arno Hill.
I turned it back over and fixed the grill.
And you know where I've been by that old, old spot.
Most times it's in a beach bar parking lot.
No, it ain't hard to pick me out, cause it's the only one in this town.
It's shallow in the little bit of rust, looking good for 42.
It's shallow in the little bit of rust, looking good for 42.


Ten sets of tires, a hundred bonfires.
And it can still line up a back row.
It was built for a day like this, a clear blue sky and a white sand kiss.
It's three on the tree and you're down for going slow, my old Bronco.
It's shallow in the little bit of rust, looking good for 42.
Yeah, it's yellow and a little bit of rust
Looking good for 42 years young
Ten sets of tires, a hundred bonfires
And it can still tear up a back road
It was built for a day like this
A clear blue sky and a white sand kiss
It's three on the tree and you're down for going slow
No, I ain't gonna ever let her go
My old Bronco
My old Bronco