D G D My sister's in the front seat with an ice cream coneA D My ma's in the black seat sittin' all aloneG D As my pa steers her slow out of the lotA D For a test drive down Michigan AvenueD G D Now, my ma, she fingers her wedding bandA D And watches the salesman stare at my old man's handsG D He's telling us all about the break he'd give usA D If he could, but he just can'tA D Well if I could, I swear I know just what I'd doG Now, mister, the day the lottery I winD A D I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car againG D Now, the neighbors come from near and farA D As we pull up in our brandnew used carG D I wish he'd just hit the gas and let out a cryA D | G | G | D | A | Tell `em all they can kiss our asses goodbyeD G D My dad, he sweats the same job from mornin' to mornA D Me, I walk home on the same dirty streets where I was bornG D Up the block I can hear my little sister in the front seat blowin' that hornA D The sounds echoin' all down Michigan AvenueG Now, mister, the day my numbers comes inD A D I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again | 2x || G | G | D | D | A | A | D | A | D |D G A E|--2--3--0--------------| B|--3--0--2--------------| G|--2--0--2--------------| D|--0--0--2--------------| A|-----2--0--------------| E|-----3-----------------|
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