7500 OBO

Got an '06 stick shift dark blue F-150 in Good condition. Got a hundred and nineteen thousand miles, Only five on the new transmission. It's got leather seats, a sunroof. It's sittin' on thirty-threes. It'll run smooth. It'll get you from A to B, but not for me. 'Cause every time I turn that key I see Her shotgun ridin' down a two-lane road, Just drivin' around with no place to go. Us singin' along to Where the Green Grass Grows, Hands out the window floatin' on the breeze. She's fixin' her lips in the drop-down mirror. That pretty little thing made it hard to steer. I'm never gonna get her out of there. There's too many memories. Now there's a for sale sign in the window. Yeah, 'cause if I'm gonna let her go, I gotta let it go. Yeah, it's gotta go. So you send me five hundred OBO. Back bumper's got a dent from her backin' into A mailbox first time she drove it. Couldn't even be mad with her lookin' like that. Told her, "Hell, you can hardly even notice." It's got nights with her I can't forget, Kissin' on the tailgate of the truck bed. I wish I didn't have to get rid of It, but every time I turn that key I See her shotgun ridin' down a two-lane road, Just drivin' around with no place to go. Us singin' along to Where the Green Grass Grows, Hands out the window floatin' on the breeze. She's fixin' her lips in the drop-down mirror. That pretty little thing made it hard to steer. I'm never gonna get her out of there. There's too many memories. Now there's a for sale sign in the window. Yeah, 'cause if I'm gonna let her go, I gotta let it go. Yeah, it's gotta go. So you send me five hundred OBO. It's got leather seats, a sunroof. It's sittin' on thirty-threes. It'll run smooth. It'll get you from A to B, but not for me. 'Cause every time I turn that key I see Her shotgun ridin' down a two-lane road, Just drivin' around with no place to go. Us singin' along to Where the Green Grass Grows, Hands out the window floatin' on the breeze. She's fixin' her lips in the drop-down mirror. That pretty little thing made it hard to steer. I'm never gonna get her out of there. There's too many memories. Now there's a for sale sign in the window. Yeah, 'cause if I'm gonna let her go, I gotta let it go. Yeah, it's gotta go. So you send me five hundred OBO. You send five hundred OBO. You send me five hundred OBO.