Aaron Tippin

Sometimes she runs,
sometimes she don't.

More than once she's
left me on the side of the road.

The older she gets,
the slower we go.

But there ain't nothin'
wrong with the radio.

She needs a carborator,
a set of plug wires.

She's riden' me around
on four bald tires.

The wipers don't work
and the horn don't blow.