It was a '91 Ranger with a dent in the door
The engine was smokin and drinkin up oil
So I took it on down, to my old friend
The best with a wrench in this town
He said, "your engine sure is runnin hot
And the dashboard is lit up like Christmas time
And a strange smoke is blowin inside
Yeah I hate to admit but that ain't a good sign
Well we can put in the time and hard work
But there's no guarantee man this thing's at its worst
And I know it must hurt what your hearin
But some things my friend are past the point of fixing
Yeah it's 2 AM and my phone rings
It ain't the first, oh no, it's an every week thing
I can't take your slurred words and drunken outbursts
Of all the things you said I did that made you leave me
So put the phone down and get you some rest
We both know that talkin ain't for the best
And sometimes you give up what you love
To save you from hurtin
Deep down in your chest
Well we can put in the time and hard work
But there's no guarantee girl this thing's at its worst
And I know it must hurt what your hearin
But some things my friend are past the point of fixing
To that 91 Ranger engine problems and more
Or that girl I once loved and fought so hard for
I ain't one for quittn
But some things my friend are past the point of fixing