Some women ought a come with a warning label Like cigarettes I found a little wild one that just might Kill me yet From loving me to leaving me Every other night She's got my heart hanging on by a thread Yeah It's been rode hard and put up wet It's barely beating but in one piece for now No it ain't broke But she's dang sure wore it out I put two hundred thirty four thousand miles on My Chevrolet Till it was junk yard bound; that's how I'm feeling More every day She gonna drive every mile Out of me she can It's just a matter of time Before something breaks But I'm loving finding out How much I can take