Used Cars Songtext
von Ryan Adams

My little sister′s in the front seat with an ice cream cone
My ma's in the backseat sittin′ all alone
As my pa steers slow out of the lot
For a test drive down Michigan Avenue

Now my ma, she sings her wedding band
Watches the salesman stare at my old man's hands
He's tellin′ us all ′bout the break he'd give us
If I could I know just what I′d do
Now mister, the day the lottery I win I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again


Now the neighbors come home from near and far
As we pull up in our brand new used car
I wish he′d just hit the gas and let out a cry
And tell them they can now kiss our asses goodbye

My dad he sweats the same job from mornin' to mom
Me I walk the same dirty streets where I was born
Up the block I can hear my little sister in the front seat
Blowin′ that horn, it's echoin' all down the street

Now mister, the day my number comes in, I ain′t ever gonna ride in no used car again
Mister, the day my number comes in, I ain′t never gonna ride in no used car again