four bald tires It all comes back to me Everyone i meet remembers Just who i used to be The right and wrong It all comes back to me Bridge Every road
by no matter how hard i try i can't change the past, no i can't bring you back so it's time i let you go, take my regrets on down the road learn to face
under the hood of her black corvette covered in grease, oil, and sweat lookin' hot in that summer sun baby makes my motor run chorus four wheelin' mud
I was born in the backwoods On a forgotten autumn day I used to run thru the fields I used to roll in the hay Thought those days would last forever '
