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