Rearview

Daddy bought a rundown Chevrolet Swore we were gonna fix it up one day Got the parts put it in the shop But summer got a little too hot And then daddy got busy I moved out to the city To chase that college dream At 17 you think there's time For just about anything I remember it was early in December I was sitting in a two man dorm Racking my brains praying for break Know it's only two weeks more Got a phone call from Mama She says that I gotta Rush back home right now Cried like a baby in a black suit the day that we Layed Daddy in the ground And it still ain't running right It still fires just a little off time and there's Still a big ol spot from that oil pan leak But when I look in the rearview Yeah I miss you And I wish that you were here Cuz burning rubber in this ol fixer upper'd Be music to your ears Rummaging through the glovebox a few Things that really caught my eye A title and a bible, paper with some final Words that had it mapped out right Said I know it's a lot son but them spark plugs And that oil needs changed real bad Skipped down to the bottom Said boy I know you got em P.S love you Dad And it still ain't running right It still pulls just a little to the right and there's Still a big ol tear in them ol front seats But when I look in the rearview Yeah I miss you And I wish that you were here Cuz burning rubber in this ol fixer upper'd Be music to your ears I worked from dusk til dawn To get these 4 wheels on The road and that radio Playing that country song Finally got her up running right I know you're somewhere up in that sky and I Wish I had you here in these brand new seats Now when I look in the rearview Now I feel you And I know that you're right here Cuz burning rubber in this ol fixer upper'd Be music to your ears Ah to your ears