My Old Cars Chris Knight

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Well every one I ever owned, except the one I'm driving now
Been stripped down to the bare bone at Sam's Salvage Town
There's a Mustang and a GTO, bloody seats, and caved in grills
There's a scar on my forehead, for every busted windshield

My old cars, they haunt me still
Cause I drove 'em, every one, over the edge
It's a wonder I wasn't killed
My old cars, rise up from the wheel
I wish to hell and back was far enough
To outrun, your memory

Well I can drive by that junkyard
Count the times you broke my heart
Watch a jackleg with a socket wrench
Drinkin' beer and yankin' parts
And I can count these broken bones, 'cause broken bones will heal
But I can't stand to count the times you said our love ain't no big deal

My old cars, they haunt me still
Cause I drove 'em every one over the edge
It's a wonder I wasn't killed

My old cars, rise up from the wheel
I wish to hell and back was far enough
To outrun, your memory