Lyrics

Sweet Kelly I think I'll pack it up this time
Because I'm about to lose my weary mind
You'd swear that I sell these things brand new
These people keep singing their used car blues
How's a man supposed to make ends meet I'm trying
How's a man supposed to earn his keep I'm trying

What's it gonna take to get you in my shoes today
Just like you I got the same bills I gotta pay

Sweet Kelly I think I might just trade it in
No warranty will fix the shape I'm in
They all need a car that's great on gas
Drive a hundred miles a day to work and back
How's a man supposed to keep his sanity
These used car blues will be the end of me

At this rate I'll be gone before the day is through
Take the bait, don't contemplate
I'll throw in the towel too

They all keep singing them used car blues

Sweet Kelly I think it's time to close the deal
Lock the doors and get behind the wheel
You'd swear that I sell these things brand new
These people keep singing their used car blues
How's a man supposed to make ends meet I'm trying
How's a man supposed to earn his keep I'm trying
I'm trying
I'm dying