Daddy's truck, Daddy's bottle
Open top, open throttle
87 and 80 proof runnin' through my veins
I'm drunk on speed, drunk on whiskey
Ain't no free quite like sixteen
Still had half a foot to grow, makin'
Grown-man mistakes, puttin' Earnhardt to shame
Up in my head, I was in first
Whole pack of cars on that fourth turn
Burnin' towards the checkered flag
I was on a record lap
Had my hand wrapped around that drink
Till that truck wrapped around that tree
Shoulda gone to Heaven fast
Learned a hard-way lesson that
We all get more second chances than we should
And number three and number seven don't add up to much good
Flashin' lights, flashin' memories
For my eyes, torn-up bench seat
Pickin' glass out of my right arm
Made a never-let-you-forget kinda scar
I lost that race when I let it start
But
Up in my head, I was in first
Whole pack of cars on that fourth turn
Burnin' towards the checkered flag
I was on a record lap
Had my hand wrapped around that drink
Till that truck wrapped around that tree
Shoulda gone to Heaven fast
Learned a hard-way lesson that
We all get more second chances than we should
And number three and number seven don't add up to much good, no
Daddy's truck, Daddy's bottle
Open top, open throttle
Up in my head, I was in first
Whole pack of cars on that fourth turn
Burnin' towards the checkered flag
I was on a record lap (I was on a record lap)
Had my hand wrapped around that drink
Till that truck wrapped around that tree
Shoulda gone to Heaven fast (Shoulda gone to Heaven)
Learned a hard-way lesson that
We all get more second chances than we should (Yes, we do)
And number three and number seven don't add up to much good
Don't add up to much good (Don't add up to much good, no)