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    Takes a summer time in dollars at minimum wage
    To buy some Pittsburgh steel when you come of age and
    Even more to get it running and shining like you did

    It was two tone tar heel blue and white
    Couple Kenwood speakers tuned just right
    Crazy how a car makes a king out of a kid
    It was sun down ready, hardtop heavy, shotgun girlfriend primed.
    Just some teenage no fear, half bald Goodyears that still turned on a dime

    It was freedom calling pulling you down that backroad
    It was our time flying and a hell of a ride in that bronco

    Momma still puts flowers out by your grave
    Daddy pulls against Ford in Sunday's race
    And Leah has a hard time thinking she's older than you
    And me I still see you backing out in reverse the headlights bright behind your hearse
    If I only could fix things like someone I once knew

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    I wouldn't be sitting tangled mangled full of county junk yard pain
    All busted rusted out here cussing crying out your name

    It was freedom calling pulling you down that backroad
    It was our time flying and a hell of a ride in that bronco

    It was a hell of a ride
    It was a hell of a ride

    It was freedom calling pulling you down that backroad
    It was our time flying and a hell of a ride

    It was small town high hopes
    Why it ended there only heaven knows
    A brother a hero
    And a hell of a ride in that bronco

    It was a hell of a ride
    Takes a lifetime of prayers on bended knee
    Try to come to peace with your memory

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    Composición: Canaan Smith

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