I packed up my two-door Ford
He don’t love me anymore
I made a phone call home and now I’m on my way
And I cursed his name down 65
I need new brakes, and need new tires
And hell, I’m tired
Who’s it gonna be?
We’re both leaving Tennessee
2 years down the drain, 200,000 on the gauge
A broken taillight, a broken heart
How’d we even get this far?
I’m fighting back the tears running on E
Who’s gonna break down first, this Mustang or me?
I stopped for gas and cigarettes
Hoods blowing smoke, I’m smoking reds
A stranger asked if I was okay
Laughed it off said, “Nah, what gave it away?
Was it the leaking oil or the lonely on my face?”
Who’s it gonna be?
We’re both leaving Tennessee
2 years down the drain, 200,000 on the gauge
A broken taillight, a broken heart
How’d we even get this far?
I’m fighting back the tears running on E
Who’s gonna break down first, this Mustang or me?
One hour to go, it’s getting late
I’m flying down the interstate
I thought that I was gonna make it home
But I heard our song on the radio
Who’s it gonna be?
I’d put all my money on me
2 years down the drain, 200,000 on the gauge
A broken taillight, a broken heart
How’d we even get this far?
Fighting back the tears running on E
Who’s gonna break down first?
Who’s gonna break down first, this Mustang or me?
