No one understands a man like his car. She's there with him when silence rides in the passenger seat. She carried him safe, when he was lost, and unsure if he wanted to live. Only that American Metal Steed knows how he's cried, when Skynyrd followed Cash after his momma died. Only she knows what driving with the winduh down, win' blowin' through his beard means on the inside. Ain't no one knows a man like his car. Cause she ain't never once judged him nor made him feel less than for the bad roads he's run. the risks he took, the laws he broke. She never needed him to be anything more'n he is. Tamin' her is what made him a man And when her engine finally gives out, He don't say much. Just knows— metal, computers, and motor oil have Soul And you can't tell him any different. Cause when the black smoke rises... a tear is sure to fall.
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