7500 OBO

Got an '06 stick shift

Dark blue F-150 in good condition

Got a hundred and nineteen thousand miles

Only five on the new transmission

It's got leather seats, a sun roof

It's sittin' on 33s, it runs smooth

It'll get you from A to B, but not for me

'Cause every time I turn that key, I see her

Shotgun ridin' down a two lane road

Just drivin' around with no place to go

Us singin' along to "Where The Green Grass Grows"

Hands out the window floatin' on the breeze

She's fixin' her lips in the drop down mirror

That pretty little thing made it hard to steer

I'm never gonna get her outta there

There's too many memories

Now there's a "For Sale" sign in the window

Yeah, 'cause if I'm gonna let her go

I gotta let it go, yeah, it's gotta go

So it's seventy-five hundred, OBO

Back bumper's got a dent from her backin' in

To a mailbox first time she drove it

Couldn't even be mad with her lookin' like that

Told her, "Hell, you can hardly even notice"

It's got nights with her I can't forget

Kissin' on the tailgate of the truck bed

I wish I didn't have to get rid of it

But every time I turn that key, I see her

Shotgun ridin' down a two lane road

Just drivin' around with no place to go

Us singin' along to "Where The Green Grass Grows"

Hands out the window floatin' on the breeze

She's fixin' her lips in the drop down mirror

That pretty little thing made it hard to steer

I'm never gonna get her outta there

There's too many memories

Now there's a "For Sale" sign in the window

Yeah, 'cause if I'm gonna let her go

I gotta let it go, yeah, it's gotta go

So it's seventy-five hundred, OBO

It's got leather seats, a sun roof

It's sittin' on 33s, it runs smooth

It'll get you from A to B, but not for me

'Cause every time I turn that key, I see her

Shotgun ridin' down a two lane road

Just drivin' around with no place to go

Us singin' along to "Where The Green Grass Grows"

Hands out the window floatin' on the breeze

She's fixin' her lips in the drop down mirror

That pretty little thing made it hard to steer

I'm never gonna get her outta there

There's too many memories

Now there's a "For Sale" sign in the window

Yeah, 'cause if I'm gonna let her go

I gotta let it go, yeah, it's gotta go

So it's seventy-five hundred, OBO

It's seventy-five hundred, OBO

It's seventy-five hundred, OBO