Firebird

Got it up to a hundred miles an hour one time Barely old enough to drive that 1969 Ford Honda fourth gear still chirp at times Probably let it die a thousand times, yeah Red lights and stop signs I know you wished you could have showed me how to drive But it taught me just fine You probably would've sold it by now, if you were still around 'Cause it ain't worth the work we put in it But it's still sittin' in mama's house And every once in a while, I crank it up and see you smile 'Cause I don't feel you in that gravestone and dirt But I do in your old Firebird In your old Firebird Yeah, I was nine years old, I'll never forget it, mmh Went to Keystone Heights to get it Three hour drive, drove just fine, but it still needed some fixin' Like that black carpet and leather seats And a drop top and a few things leaked We wish we could have finished before you had to leave And you left me the keys You probably would've sold it by now, if you were still around 'Cause it ain't worth the work we put in it But it's still sittin' in mama's house And every once in a while, I crank it up and see you smile 'Cause I don't feel you in that gravestone and dirt But I do in your old Firebird In your old Firebird Yeah, you left black marks with these same tires Sat here in this driver's seat Now there ain't enough money in this world that's worth these memories You probably would've sold it by now, if you were still around 'Cause it ain't worth the work we put in it But it's still sittin' in mama's house And every once in a while, I crank it up and see you smile 'Cause I don't feel you in that gravestone and dirt Said I don't feel you in that gravestone and dirt But I do in your old Firebird In your old Firebird Mm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm I do in your old Firebird