| Some people think that living is better
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| With bells and whistles and seats made of leather
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| But I find joy in an old joyride
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| That needs a jump start every once in a while
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| Like a diamond in the rough
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| There’s a gem waiting in the junkyard
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| Used cars
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| Owner driven previously
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| Has always turned out to be a blessing to me
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| You take the latest model for a spin off the lot
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| Hit the main drag and the value drops
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| I saw the potential of a real love sitting in park
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| Used cars
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| Just when I was thinking
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| All the good ones were gone
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| I found one woman’s wreck
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| And made him someone I could count on
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| No you didn’t look broken down
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| But I could tell you had a broken heart
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| I guess I always had a certain kinda thing
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| For used cars
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| One headlight and a windshield crack
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| Minor repairs can fix all of that
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| It’s just my opinion but I think it’s true
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| They quit making good men like you
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| Some are older but they look younger than they are
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| Used cars
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| Just when I was thinking
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| All the good ones were gone
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| I found one woman’s wreck
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| And made him someone I could count on
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| No you didn’t look broken down
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| But I could tell you had a broken heart
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| I guess I always had a certain kinda thing
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| For used cars
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| Just when I was thinking
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| All the good ones were gone
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| I found one woman’s wreck
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| And made him someone I could count on
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| No you didn’t look broken down
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| But I could tell you had a broken heart
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| I guess I always had a certain kinda thing
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| For used cars
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| Miles don’t matter as much as you think
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| And I know you don’t come with a warranty
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| I just wanna spend every second with you
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| On the boulevard where the streets are smooth
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| Running real slow
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| Cause you know we don’t have to go far
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| I don’t love you for the way you were
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| I love you for the way you are
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| Used cars |