10 ContributorsNumber 3 and Number 7 Lyrics

[Verse 1: Morgan Wallen]

Her daddy's truck, her daddy's bottle

Open top, open throttle

Eighty-seven and eighty-proof

Runnin' through my veins

I'm drunk on speed, drunk on whiskey

Ain't no free quite like sixteen

Still had half a foot to grow

Makin' grown man mistakes

Puttin' Earnhardt to shame

[Chorus: Morgan Wallen]

Up in my head, I was in first

Whole pack of cars on that fourth turn

Burnin' towards the checkered flag

I was on a record lap

Had my hand wrapped around that drink

'Til that truck wrapped around that tree

Should have gone to Heaven fast

Learned a hard way lesson that

We all get more second chances than we should

And number three and number seven don't add up to much good

[Verse 2: Eric Church]

Flashin' lights, flashin' memories

'Fore my eyes, torn up bench seat

Pickin' glass out of my right arm

Made of never let you forget kinda scarred

I lost that race when I let it start, but

[Chorus: Eric Church]

Up in my head, I was in first

Whole pack of cars on that fourth turn

Burnin' towards the checkered flag

I was on a record lap

Had my hand wrapped around that drink

'Til that truck wrapped around that tree

Should have gone to Heaven fast

Learned a hard way lesson that

We all get more second chances than we should

And number three and number seven don't add up to much good, no

[Bridge: Morgan Wallen]

Her daddy's truck, her daddy's bottle

Open top, open throttle

[Chorus: Morgan Wallen & Eric Church]

Up in my head, I was in first

Whole pack of cars on that fourth turn

Burnin' towards the checkered flag

I was on a record lap (I was on a record lap)

Had my hand wrapped around that drink

'Til that truck wrapped around that tree

Should have gone to Heaven fast (Should have gone to Heaven)

Learned a hard way lesson that

We all get more second chances than we should (Yes, we do)

And number three and number seven don't add up to much good

Don't add up to much good (Don't add up to much good, no)