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Twelve gauge, old Ford, buckshot floorboard, don't ask |
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Fence post, door dent, let's just leave it at that |
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It's got dirt on me, yeah I'd be up a tree |
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If my truck could talk, I'd have to yank out all the wires |
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Pour on the gas, set it on fire, anything to shut it up |
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It's been good to me but it knows too much, he'd sing it all |
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I'd have to find a riverbank and roll it off |
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If my truck could talk |
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Those two headlights, looked in her eyes, while she danced |
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Moonlit truck bed, two kids, enough said, yeah man |
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All that went on, those all night longs |
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It can go on and on and on |
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If my truck could talk, I'd have to yank out all the wires |
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Pour on the gas, set it on fire, anything to shut it up |
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It's been good to me but it knows too much, he'd sing it all |
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I'd have to find a riverbank and roll it off |
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If my truck could talk |
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If my truck could talk I couldn't deny a word it said |
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I'd just smile and shake my head, yeah |
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It's been good to me but it knows too much, he'd sing it all |
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I'd have to find a riverbank and roll it off |
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If my truck could talk, if my truck could talk |
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If my truck could talk |
