Look at that one hour rusty engine
Sitting there begging for a spark
Don't look like much in that condition
There was a time you should have seen her run
Down every back road in Loud County
Under every streetlight up on Main
You're sitting there drumming on a dashboard
Both of us falling like a fickle rabbit
We were
cooler than December Harder than July,
young and strong
Some
things are meant to last forever But they
don't mean you forget them when they're
gone
So come on
She had hair tangled as the cut of suit and
legs As long as the trails that cut through
Those back acres to the river bend She
had a daddy's temper and a mama's flair
Made people taunt but did not care Try
anything once ain't scared of nothing
We were
cooler than December Harder than July,
young and strong
Some things are meant to last forever But they
don't mean you forget them when they're gone
So come on
Don't mean you forget them
I still write down those old runs Even if it's in my mind
Tie blue jeans and winding curves Keep me turning on and down
It's just a long time
We were cooler than December Harder than July,
young and strong
Some things are meant to last forever But they
don't mean you forget them when they're gone
So come on
Don't mean you forget them when they're gone
Don't mean you forget them when they're gone
Don't mean you forget them when they're gone