I know it's a bad car, I know it's a piece of junk
I know the best tire on it is in the trunk
Just when you start to pass, it always starts to shake
'Cause over 55, it's a bitch to drive on the interstate

Yeah, it's broke down more than it runs
But I'm broke down knowing that it's done

It witnessed all those tears nobody ever saw me cry
When I broke the law through Arkansas to tell my dad goodbye
It didn't get there pretty, but it got me there that day
So I'm a little sad to see it roll away

I know it's a bad car, I know that the windshield's cracked
When it isn't leaking oil, it's leaking gas
It always needs a jump, it always needs Freon
Yeah, there's death and taxes, and the check engine light blinkin' on

But it heard the first bad word that my firstborn ever said
Running late when I hit the brakes at a yellow turning red
There's still Kool-Aid on the console that reminds me of that day
So I'm a little sad to see it roll away, roll away

It knows more of my secrets than I'll ever tell
So to keep from crying as they tow it away
I tell myself

I know it's a bad car, I know it's a piece of junk
I know the best tire on it is in the trunk