'84 300zx (with T-Tops) - Lucero

If I was fourteen, that’d make you thirty-nine

On Greers Ferry Lake, there for the summer time

You knew I had your car out driving on my own

That six-foot digit sure did cut clear across the road

Don’t you know?

Well here we go

You taught me how to drive before the age of 12

Why they dug that ditch there Lord I can never tell

Weeds on the gravel road taller than a man

When I hopped that six-foot ditch that car never stood a chance

You understand?

Well God damn

I’m older now then you were then

You raised us boys up to be good men

I think about it now

The car in the ditch and that long walk back to the house

Driving the neighbor kids we’re all stuffed in the hatchback

Matthew riding shotgun and not one got a scratch

It was clear that car wasn’t going anywhere

When you finally found us you didn’t even yell

You could tell

It wouldn’t help

I’m older now than you were then

You raised us boys up to be good men

I think about it now

The car in the ditch and a long walk back to the house

Was a little more than a pig trail

Was driving like a bat out of hell

It sure was a doggone shame

That car never was the same

What doggone shame

Oh Lord

If I was fourteen, that’d make you thirty-nine

Another night could save the day, could make it right

Throttle open wide

Now what a sight

I’m older now than you were then

You raised us boys up to be good men

A father now and I know some way

I got it coming back to me one day

I think about it now

The car in the ditch and that long walk back to the house