Number 3 and Number 7

Daddy's truck, Daddy's bottle

Open top, open throttle

Eighty-seven and eighty 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

'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

Burnin' 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)