Tim McGraw's 2021 single "7500 OBO" paves an alternate route for breakup songs while paying homage to some of the singer and future Yellowstone spinoff star's prior material.
McGraw's character wants to sell an otherwise ideal truck fast because he associates it with an old flame. His memories lend themselves to mentions of "Where the Green Grass Grows" and "Shotgun Rider" (he's recorded two different songs with the latter's title).
A music video for the song premiered Aug. 13 and starred McGraw's daughter, Audrey (after the whole operation got a stamp of approval from McGraw's boss, Faith Hill).
During the buildup to the video's premiere, McGraw's snuck in a dad joke about having to watch what he refuses to define as a makeout scene starring one of his daughters.
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The Matt McGinn, Jennifer Schott and Nathan Spicer co-write crosses the streams between R&B-inspired modern country and more traditional storytelling and instrumentation. It's the latest single off McGraw's first new album since returning to Big Machine Label Group, 2020's Here on Earth.
It follows "I Called Mama" and a track from the album's extended version, Tyler Hubbard collaboration "Undivided," as a single.
The single and the songs it references remind us that McGraw's gotten a lot of mileage from singing about cars and trucks, from "Red Ragtop" to "Truck Yeah."
Video star Audrey turned 20 on Dec. 6, which her dad celebrated with a sweet social media post.
"To my youngest daughter Audrey.... you have been a light in our lives since the moment we first met you, and your mom and I couldn't be more proud of the incredible woman you've grown up to be...that light of yours shines bright as ever!! Happy Birthday sweetie," McGraw wrote.
This story originally ran on Aug. 16. 2021 and was updated on Audrey McGraw's 20th birthday.
"7500 OBO" Lyrics
Got an '06 stick shift
Dark blue F-150 in good condition
Got a hundred and nineteen thousand miles
Only five on the new transmission
It's got leather seats, a sun roof
It's sittin' on 33s, it runs smooth
It'll get you from A to B, but not for me
'Cause every time I turn that key, I see her
Shotgun ridin' down a two-lane road
Just drivin' around with no place to go
Us singin' along to "Where The Green Grass Grows"
Hands out the window floatin' on the breeze
She's fixin' her lips in the drop-down mirror
That pretty little thing made it hard to steer
I'm never gonna get her outta there
There's too many memories
Now there's a "For Sale" sign in the window
Yeah, 'cause if I'm gonna let her go
I gotta let it go, yeah, it's gotta go
So it's seventy-five hundred, O-B-O
Back bumper's got a dent from her backin' in
To a mailbox first time she drove it
Couldn't even be mad with her lookin' like that
Told her, "Hell, you can hardly even notice"
It's got nights with her I can't forget
Kissin' on the tailgate of the truck bed
I wish I didn't have to get rid of it
But every time I turn that key, I see her
Shotgun ridin' down a two-lane road
Just drivin' around with no place to go
Us singin' along to "Where The Green Grass Grows"
Hands out the window floatin' on the breeze
She's fixin' her lips in the drop-down mirror
That pretty little thing made it hard to steer
I'm never gonna get her outta there
There's too many memories
Now there's a "For Sale" sign in the window
Yeah, 'cause if I'm gonna let her go
I gotta let it go, yeah, it's gotta go
So it's seventy-five hundred, O-B-O
It's got leather seats, a sun roof
It's sittin' on 33s, it runs smooth
It'll get you from A to B, but not for me
'Cause every time I turn that key, I see her
Shotgun ridin' down a two-lane road
Just drivin' around with no place to go
Us singin' along to "Where The Green Grass Grows"
Hands out the window floatin' on the breeze
She's fixin' her lips in the drop-down mirror
That pretty little thing made it hard to steer
I'm never gonna get her outta there
There's too many memories
Now there's a "For Sale" sign in the window
Yeah, 'cause if I'm gonna let her go
I gotta let it go, yeah, it's gotta go
So it's seventy-five hundred, O-B-O
It's seventy-five hundred, O-B-O
It's seventy-five hundred, O-B-O
