Daddy's truck,
daddy's bottle,
open top,
open throttle,
87 and 80 proof, running through my veins.
I'm drunk on speed,
drunk on whiskey,
ain't no free,
quite like 16,
still had half a foot
to grow, making grown man mistakes,
putting earned hearts to shame.
Up in my head I was in first,
whole pack of cars on that fourth turn,
burning towards the
checkered flag,
I was on a record lap,
had my hand wrapped around that drink,
till that
truck wrapped around that tree,
should have gone to heaven fast,
learned the hard way that
someday we all get more second chances than we should,
and number three and number seven
don't add up to much good.
Flashing lights,
flashing memories for my eyes,
torn up bench seat,
picking glass out
of my right arm,
made a never let you forget kind of scar,
I lost that brace when I let it start,
but...
Up in my head I was in first,
whole pack of cars on that fourth turn,
burning towards the checkered
flag,
I was on a record lap,
had my hand wrapped around that drink,
till that truck wrapped around
that tree,
should have gone to heaven fast,
learned the hard way that someday we all get
more second chances than we should,
and number three and number seven don't add up to much good.
No, no.
Daddy's truck,
daddy's bottle,
open top,
open throttle.
Up in my head I was in first,
whole pack of cars on that fourth turn,
burning towards the checkered flag,
I was on a record lap,
had my hand wrapped around that drink,
till that truck wrapped around that tree,
should have gone to heaven fast,
learned the hard way that someday we all
get more second chances than we should.
And number three and number seven don't add up to much good.
Don't add up to much good.
Don't add up to much good.
No.