Number 3 and Number 7

歌詞

Daddy's truck, Daddy's bottle Open top, open throttle 87 and 80 proof runnin' through my veins I'm drunk on speed, drunk on whiskey Ain't no free quite like sixteen Still had half a foot to grow, makin' Grown-man mistakes, puttin' Earnhardt to shame Up in my head, I was in first Whole pack of cars on that fourth turn Burnin' towards the checkered flag I was on a record lap Had my hand wrapped around that drink Till that truck wrapped around that tree Shoulda gone to Heaven fast Learned a hard-way lesson that We all get more second chances than we should And number three and number seven don't add up to much good Flashin' lights, flashin' memories For my eyes, torn-up bench seat Pickin' glass out of my right arm Made a never-let-you-forget kinda scar I lost that race when I let it start But Up in my head, I was in first Whole pack of cars on that fourth turn Burnin' towards the checkered flag I was on a record lap Had my hand wrapped around that drink Till that truck wrapped around that tree Shoulda gone to Heaven fast Learned a hard-way lesson that We all get more second chances than we should And number three and number seven don't add up to much good, no Daddy's truck, Daddy's bottle Open top, open throttle Up in my head, I was in first Whole pack of cars on that fourth turn Burnin' towards the checkered flag I was on a record lap (I was on a record lap) Had my hand wrapped around that drink Till that truck wrapped around that tree Shoulda gone to Heaven fast (Shoulda gone to Heaven) Learned a hard-way lesson that We all get more second chances than we should (Yes, we do) And number three and number seven don't add up to much good Don't add up to much good (Don't add up to much good, no)