My daddy had a 68 Camerobr When I was sixteen he went out of townbr There were car keys sitting on the bureaubr Screaming out come take a drive aroundbr From here to Linda's all the lights were yellowbr Even though she said we were throughbr When she saw me in that red Camerobr All she said was let's see what she'll dobr What Car, what girl, what tree, what curbbr What are you talking aboutbr I never left the housebr What keys, what crash, how dare you askbr The car is gone - move onbr (Daddy you'd better move on)br Monday morning he was in the kitchenbr Asking if I had a tale to tellbr A certain red collectible was missingbr Sorry daddy that doesn't ring a bellbr I was running late but I agreed to join himbr At the scene of the alleged theftbr But there's an emptiness you can't ignorebr Where the stain of oil is all that you have leftbr Even if they found the wreckagebr Even if they haul me inbr I'm sticking to the same old storybr Again and again and again and againbr br Songwriters: David Mullen Trey Bruce Gary Burrbr br br br