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