Lyrics

HOT CARS COOL GUITARS

My first Telecaster, man I wish I had it back,
Found it in a pawn shop; paid cash off the rack
The neck played fast as a drag strip, in the summer heat
Banged out that first E chord; my heart skipped a beat

Chorus
Hot Cars, Cool Guitars were never meant to stay
Too young to know what I had, I let ‘em slip away
Sweet regrets when I look back, haunt me to this day
Hot Cars and Cool Guitars, the ones that got away

Verse
My Triumph Spitfire, brown with a black vinyl top
Four speed, racing stripes, a stereo that rocked
Burning down the open road, felt like I could fly
Top down, headphones on, blazing towards the sky!

Chorus
Hot Cars, Cool Guitars were never meant to stay
Too young to know what I had, I let ‘em slip away
Sweet regrets when I look back, haunt me to this day
Hot Cars and Cool Guitars, the ones that got away

Bridge
I loved an artist, just 19 when we met
Green eyes, raven hair, a laugh I can’t forget
I thought it was forever, but how could I compete
She left for an older guy who traded Bonds on Wall Street

Chorus
Hot Cars, Cool Guitars were never meant to stay
Too young to know what I had, I let ‘em slip away
Sweet regrets when I look back, haunt me to this day
Hot Cars and Cool Guitars, the ones that got away

Hot Cars, Cool Guitars and Loves that got away

© Kem Anderson/Ted St.Clair