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Well it's a beat up old thing |
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That hand me down Ford Mustang |
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150 thousand miles gone |
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The sun has split the dashboard |
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The driver seat is all torn |
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And there's a trick to turn the wipers on |
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It has some rust on either side but that car is mine |
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It burns a little oil grindin' into gear |
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Super glue holding up the rear view mirror |
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But woah oh oh, it has a real good radio |
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Every now and then you'll hear a funny sound |
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And the windows won't roll all the way down |
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But woah oh oh, it has a real good radio |
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I remember the first time |
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Headin' out to a bonfire |
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Turned it up as loud as it would go |
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Oh or the time that Amy and I |
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Drove towards that big Alberta sky |
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I can't believe the speakers didn't blow |
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Singing every single song at the top of our lungs |
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It burns a little oil grindin' into gear |
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Super glue holding up the rear view mirror |
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But woah oh oh, it has a real good radio |
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Every now and then you'll hear a funny sound |
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And the windows won't roll all the way down |
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But woah oh oh, it has a real good radio |
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Music magic on those star lit nights |
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Making memories with that boy of mine |
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It burns a little oil grindin' into gear |
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Super glue holding up the rear view mirror |
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But woah oh oh, it has a real good radio |
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Every now and then you'll hear a funny sound |
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And the windows won't roll all the way down |
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But woah oh oh, it has a real good radio |
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Woah woah woah |
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It has a real good radio |