Bruce Springsteen

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My sister's in the front seat with an ice cream cone
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My ma's in the black seat sittin' all alone
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As my pa steers her slow out of the lot
      A                        D
For a test drive down Michigan Avenue

Now, my ma, she fingers her wedding band
Watches the salesman stare at my old man's hands
He's tellin' us all 'bout the break he'd give
us if he could, but he just can't
Well, if I could, I swear I know just what I'd do

Chorus:
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Now, mister, the day the lottery I win
        D                     A          D
I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again

Now the neighbors come from near and far
As we pull up in our brand new used car
I wish he'd just hit the gas and let out a cry
And tell 'em all they can kiss our asses goodbye

My dad, he sweats the same job from mornin'
to mornin'
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

Chorus:
Now mister, the day my number comes in
I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again