Second Chances

Her daddy's truck, daddy's bottle Open top, open throttle Eighty-seven and eighty-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 'Til that truck wrapped around that tree Should have 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 'Fore 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 'Til that truck wrapped around that tree Should have 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 Her 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 'Til that truck wrapped around that tree Should have gone to Heaven fast (Should have 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)