Bruce Springsteen Follow

Used cars

My sisters in the front seat with an ice
Cream cone
My mas in the back seat sittin all alone
As my pa steers her slow out of the lot
For a test drive down michigan avenue

Now, my ma, she fingers her wedding band
And watches the salesman stare at my old
Mans hands
Hes telling us all about the break hed
Give us
If he could, but he just cant

Well if I could, I swear I know just what
Id do
Now, mister, the day the lottery I win
I aint ever gonna ride in no used car
Again

Now, the neighbors come from near and far
As we pull up in our brandnew used car
I wish hed just hit the gas and let out
A cry
Tell `em all they can kiss our asses
Goodbye

My dad, he sweats the same job from
Mornin to morn
Me, I walk home on the same dirty streets
Where I was born
Up the block I can hear my little sister
In the front seat blowin that horn

The sounds echoin all down michigan
Avenue
Now, mister, the day my numbers comes in
I aint ever gonna ride in no used car
Again