Used Cars (Nebraska Live)

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

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

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

Now the nеighbors come from near and far
As we pull up in our brand new used car
Wish pa'd just hit the gas and let out a cry
Tell 'em all, they can just kiss our asses goodbye

Pa sweats the same job from morning to morn
Me, I walk home 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 sound echoin' all down Michigan Avenue

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