Lyrics Number 3 and Number 7 - Morgan Wallen

My daddy's truck, my daddy's bottle
Open-top, open throttle
87 and 80 proof running through my veins
I'm drunk on speed, drunk on whiskey
Ain't no free quite like 16
Still had half a foot to grow, makin' grown man mistakes

Puttin' Earnhardt to shame

Up in my head, I was in first
Whole pack of cars on that fourth turn
Burnin' towards the checkered flag
I was on a record lap

Had my hand wrapped around that drink
'Til that truck wrapped around that tree
Should've gone to Heaven fast
Learned a hard way lesson that

We all get more second chances than we should
And number three and number seven
Don't add up to much good

Flashin' lights, flashin' memories
'For my eyes, torn up bench seat
Pickin' glass out of my right arm
Made a never let you forget kinda scar

I lost that race when I let it start but

Up in my head I was in first
Whole pack of cars on that fourth turn
Burnin' towards the checkered flag
I was on a record lap

Had my hand wrapped around that drink
'Til that truck wrapped around that tree
Should've gone to Heaven fast
Learned a hard way lesson that

We all get more second chances than we should
And number three and number seven
Don't add up to much good
No

My daddy's truck, my daddy's bottle
Open-top, open throttle

Up in my head, I was in first
Whole pack of cars on that fourth turn
Burning towards the checkered flag
I was on a record lap (I was on a record lap)

Had my hand wrapped around that drink
'Til that truck wrapped around that tree
Should've gone to Heaven fast (should've gone to Heaven)
Learned a hard way lesson that

We all get more second chances than we should (yes, we do)
And number three and number seven
Don't add up to much good
Don't add up to much good (don't add up to much good, no)