Bucket of Bolts

Things meant more when I had less That's the way it goes I guess The more I have I must confess The more I need My first car was a bucket of bolts It wouldn't go far but it sure did smoke All them girls would laugh and joke Then they'd hop right in Take 'em down to the water hole We'll all go swimming in our birthday clothes Lord knows how I love those good old pals of mine We've all gone our separate ways but We'll always have those good old days Ain't no taking those away They're locked inside my mind Sometimes I miss the simple stuff Cause the road I'm on can sure get rough When I think I've had enough I just take it for a little spin Of all the things I've left behind That old car's still running fine Ain't no hill that she can't climb Just gotta give her the time Take 'em down to the water hole We'll all go swimming in our birthday clothes Lord knows how I love those good old pals of mine We've all gone our separate ways but We'll always have those good old days Ain't no taking those away They're locked inside my mind Take 'em down to the water hole We'll all go swimming in our birthday clothes Lord knows how I love those good old pals of mine We've all gone our separate ways but We'll always have those good old days Ain't no taking those away They're locked inside my mind