My Old Cars Lyrics
| Song | My Old Cars |
| Artist | Chris Knight |
| Album | Heart of Stone |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Baird, Knight | |
| Everyone I ever owned, excpet the one | |
| I'm driving now | |
| Been stripped down to the bare bone and sent outta town | |
| There's a | |
| Mustang and a | |
| GTO, bloody seats, and caved in grill | |
| There's a scar on my forehead, for every busted windshield | |
| My old cars, they haunt me still | |
| Cuase I droven every one of 'em 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 enoughto outrun, your memory | |
| I drive by that junkyard, count the times you broke my heart | |
| Watchin' Jack play with a socket wrench | |
| Drinkin' beer and yankin' parts | |
| I can count these broken bones, cause broken bone will heal | |
| But I can't stand to count the times you said | |
| I love you,aint no big deal | |
| My old cars, they haunt me still | |
| Cuase I droven every one of 'em 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 enoughto outrun, your memory | |
| Last week | |
| I bought a 442, black as ace of spades | |
| I sold my half of grandpa's land, bes he's rollin' is his grave | |
| My friends say | |
| I'll get over you,but my friends they just dont know | |
| Gonna take her out on a 41, see how fast she can go | |
| My old cars, they haunt me still | |
| Cuase I droven every one of 'em 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 enoughto outrun, your memory | |
| I wish to hell and back was far enoughto outrun, your memory |
| zuo qu : Baird, Knight | |
| Everyone I ever owned, excpet the one | |
| I' m driving now | |
| Been stripped down to the bare bone and sent outta town | |
| There' s a | |
| Mustang and a | |
| GTO, bloody seats, and caved in grill | |
| There' s a scar on my forehead, for every busted windshield | |
| My old cars, they haunt me still | |
| Cuase I droven every one of ' em 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 enoughto outrun, your memory | |
| I drive by that junkyard, count the times you broke my heart | |
| Watchin' Jack play with a socket wrench | |
| Drinkin' beer and yankin' parts | |
| I can count these broken bones, cause broken bone will heal | |
| But I can' t stand to count the times you said | |
| I love you, aint no big deal | |
| My old cars, they haunt me still | |
| Cuase I droven every one of ' em 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 enoughto outrun, your memory | |
| Last week | |
| I bought a 442, black as ace of spades | |
| I sold my half of grandpa' s land, bes he' s rollin' is his grave | |
| My friends say | |
| I' ll get over you, but my friends they just dont know | |
| Gonna take her out on a 41, see how fast she can go | |
| My old cars, they haunt me still | |
| Cuase I droven every one of ' em 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 enoughto outrun, your memory | |
| I wish to hell and back was far enoughto outrun, your memory |
| zuò qǔ : Baird, Knight | |
| Everyone I ever owned, excpet the one | |
| I' m driving now | |
| Been stripped down to the bare bone and sent outta town | |
| There' s a | |
| Mustang and a | |
| GTO, bloody seats, and caved in grill | |
| There' s a scar on my forehead, for every busted windshield | |
| My old cars, they haunt me still | |
| Cuase I droven every one of ' em 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 enoughto outrun, your memory | |
| I drive by that junkyard, count the times you broke my heart | |
| Watchin' Jack play with a socket wrench | |
| Drinkin' beer and yankin' parts | |
| I can count these broken bones, cause broken bone will heal | |
| But I can' t stand to count the times you said | |
| I love you, aint no big deal | |
| My old cars, they haunt me still | |
| Cuase I droven every one of ' em 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 enoughto outrun, your memory | |
| Last week | |
| I bought a 442, black as ace of spades | |
| I sold my half of grandpa' s land, bes he' s rollin' is his grave | |
| My friends say | |
| I' ll get over you, but my friends they just dont know | |
| Gonna take her out on a 41, see how fast she can go | |
| My old cars, they haunt me still | |
| Cuase I droven every one of ' em 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 enoughto outrun, your memory | |
| I wish to hell and back was far enoughto outrun, your memory |
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