Her daddy's truck, her daddy's bottle

Open top, open throttle

Eighty-seven on a eighty-proof

Runnin' through my lanes

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' iron hearts to shame

Up in my head, I was in first

Whole pack of cars on that fourth run

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

Should have gone to Heaven fast

Learned a hard learned 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

'Fore my eyes, torn up bench seat

Pickin' glass out of my right arm

Made of never let you forget kinda scarred

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 run

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

Should have gone to Heaven fast

Learned a hard learned 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

Her daddy's truck, her daddy's bottle

Open top, open throttle

Up in my head, I was in first

Whole pack of cars on that fourth run

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

Should have gone to Heaven fast (should have gone to Heaven)

Learned a hard learned 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)