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Her daddy's truck, daddy's bottleOpen top, open throttle
Eighty-seven and eighty-proofRunnin' through my veins
I'm drunk on speed, drunk on whiskeyAin't no free quite like sixteen
Still had half a foot to growMakin' grown man mistakesPuttin' Earnhardt to shame
Up in my head, I was in firstWhole pack of cars on that fourth turnBurnin' towards the checkered flagI was on a record lap
Had my hand wrapped around that drink'Til that truck wrapped around that treeShould have gone to Heaven fastLearned a hard way lesson that
We all get more second chances than we shouldAnd number three and number sevenDon't add up to much good
Flashin' lights, flashin' memories'Fore my eyes, torn up bench seat
Pickin' glass out of my right armMade a never let you forget kinda scarI lost that race when I let it start, but
We all get more second chances than we shouldAnd number three and number sevenDon't add up to much good, no
I was on a record lap
Should have gone to Heaven
Yes, we do
Don't add up to much good
Don't add up to much good, no