作词 : Matt McGinn/Jennifer Schott/Nathan Spicer

作曲 : Matt McGinn/Jennifer Schott/Nathan Spicer

Got an '06, stick shift, dark blue F150 in good condition

Got a hundred and nineteen thousand miles, only five on the new transmission

It's got leather seats, a sun roof, it's sittin' on

Thirty-trees, it runs smooth, it'll get you from

A to B, but not from me

'Cause every time I turn that key, I see her

Shotgun ridin' down a two lane road

Just drivin' around with no place to go

Singin' along to where the green grass grows

Hands out the window floatin' on the breeze

She's fixin' her lips in the drop down mirror

That, pretty little thing made it hard to steer

I'm never gonna get her out of there

There's too many memories

Now there's a "For sale" sign, in the window

Yeah 'cause if I'm, gonna let her go

I gotta let it go

Yeah, it's gotta go, so it's 7500 OBO

Back bumper's got a dent from her backin' in to a mailbox

First time she drove it

Couldn't even be mad, with her lookin' like that

Told her, "Hell, you can hardly even notice"

It's got, nights with her I can't forget

Kissin' on the, tailgate of the truck bed

I wish I didn't have to get rid of it

But every time I turn that key, I see her

Shotgun ridin' down a two lane road

Just drivin' around with no place to go

Singin' along to where the green grass grows

Hands out the window floatin' on the breeze

She's fixin' her lips in the drop down mirror

That, pretty little thing made it hard to steer

I'm never gonna get her out of there

There's too many memories

Now there's a "For sale" sign, in the window

Yeah 'cause if I'm, gonna let her go

I gotta let it go

Yeah, it's gotta go, so it's 7500 OBO

It's got leather seats, a sun roof, it's sittin' on

Thirty-trees, it runs smooth, it'll get you from

A to B, but not from me

'Cause every time I turn that key, I see her

Shotgun ridin' down a two lane road

Just drivin' around with no place to go

Singin' along to where the green grass grows

Hands out the window floatin' on the breeze

She's fixin' her lips in the drop down mirror

That, pretty little thing made it hard to steer

I'm never gonna get her out of there

There's too many memories

Now there's a "For sale" sign, in the window

Yeah 'cause if I'm, gonna let her go

I gotta let it go

Yeah, it's gotta go, so it's 7500 OBO

It's 7500 OBO

It's 7500 OBO