Number 3 and Number 7 (feat. Eric Church)

Daddy's truck

Daddy's bottle

Open top

Open throttle

87 and 80 proof running through my veins

I'm drunk on speed

Drunk on whiskey

Ain't no free

Quite like 16

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

'Til 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

'Til 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

Burning towards the checkered flag

I was on a record lap (I was on a record lap)

Had my hand wrapped around that drink

'Til 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)