| Your fix-er-up runs a little while
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| But you can bet every hundred miles
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| It’ll let you down
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| A tired rusty part goes out
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| You’ll hit dash, pop the hood
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| And say «she's prolly done for good;
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| Ain’t worth my time»
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| Tape on a for sale sign
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| You say you’re not the type to walk away
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| But that old dark blue chevrolet
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| Says a lot about how you work things out
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| I ain’t your silverado, don’t
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| Say you love me if you’re gonna just
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| Give up if I break down
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| And find something new across town
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| I’ll be your shotgun rider if you
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| Think this road’s worth driving
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| And treat my heart like gold
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| I ain’t your silverado
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| Boy, this ain’t my first ride
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| I’ve seen my share of four wheel drives
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| Burn some tread
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| With taillights glowing red
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| So don’t take off when things get rough
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| The first time we hit a rut
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| And let a good thing go up in smoke
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| I ain’t your silverado, don’t
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| Say you love me if you’re gonna just
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| Give up if I break down
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| And find something new across town
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| I’ll be your shotgun rider if you
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| Think this road’s worth driving
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| And treat my heart like gold |
| I ain’t your silverado
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| I ain’t your silverado, don’t
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| Say you love me if you’re gonna just
|
| Give up if I break down
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| And find something new across town
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| I’ll be your shotgun rider if you
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| Think this road’s worth driving
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| And treat my heart like gold…
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| By now you should know
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| I ain’t your silverado |