My daddy had a 68 Camero<br />When I was sixteen he went out of town<br />There were car keys sitting on the bureau<br />Screaming out come take a drive around<br />From here to Linda's all the lights were yellow<br />Even though she said we were through<br />When she saw me in that red Camero<br />All she said was let's see what she'll do<br />What Car, what girl, what tree, what curb<br />What are you talking about<br />I never left the house<br />What keys, what crash, how dare you ask<br />The car is gone - move on<br />(Daddy you'd better move on)<br />Monday morning he was in the kitchen<br />Asking if I had a tale to tell<br />A certain red collectible was missing<br />Sorry daddy that doesn't ring a bell<br />I was running late but I agreed to join him<br />At the scene of the alleged theft<br />But there's an emptiness you can't ignore<br />Where the stain of oil is all that you have left<br />Even if they found the wreckage<br />Even if they haul me in<br />I'm sticking to the same old story<br />Again and again and again and again<br /><br />Songwriters: David Mullen / Trey Bruce / Gary Burr<br /><br /><br /><br />
