Had an old Ford Cobra with a 302 boss man sittin' under the hood Pullin' on a cool up and down McDowell Road Bill Lilly in the back seat rollin' down the window, hittin' every sign he could Yellin' hurry up boys, I'm runnin' out of thing to throw I was trouble on legs like a worn-out razor, cuttin' everything I touched Cut one too many, so I figured I blaze a trail I ran like the devil in a house on fire, but I didn't run fast enough You can run all you want, but you can't outrun your self Let it go, what else can you do, oh You can't hold what you can't hold, oh no Can't stay young, gotta get old It ain't like you ain't never been told It don't do no good to complain about the pain you can't outgrow Let it go Time flies by like an angry girl, ain't thought about home in years Last thing I heard booty little got drunk and died So they all got together and they said a few words And they covered the stones with beer There's a hole in the ground don't never get satisfied Let it go, what else can you do, oh You can't hold what you can't hold, oh no Can't stay young, gotta get old It ain't like you ain't never been told It don't do no good to complain about the pain you can't outgrow Let it go Let it go You only go around once And it don't go slow like a bullet from a gun You can't un-live where you come from you know