LYRICS Got an '06 stick shift Dark blue F-150 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 33s, it runs smooth It'll get you from A to B, but not for 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 Us 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 outta 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 seventy-five hundred, O-B-O 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, "H---, 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 Us 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 outta 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 seventy-five hundred, O-B-O It's got leather seats, a sun roof It's sittin' on 33s, it runs smooth It'll get you from A to B, but not for 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 Us 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 outta 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 seventy-five hundred, O-B-O It's seventy-five hundred, O-B-O It's seventy-five hundred, O-B-O
