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Well I got my first truck, when I was three |
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Drove a hundred thousand miles on my knees |
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Hauled marbles and rocks, and thought twice before |
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I hauled a Barbie Doll bed for the girl next door |
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She tried to pay me with a kiss I began to understand |
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There's something women like about a pickup man |
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When I turned sixteen, I saved a few hundred bucks |
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My first car was a Pickup truck |
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I was cruisin' the town and the first girl I seen |
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Was Bobbie Jo Gentry the homecoming queen |
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She flagged me down and climbed up in the cab, and said |
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"I never knew you were a pickup man" |
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You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill |
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And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe Deville |
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I got an eight foot bed that never has to be made |
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You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates |
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I met all my wives in traffic jams |
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You're just something women like about a pickup man |
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Most Friday nights, I can be found |
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In the bed of my truck on an old chaise lounge |
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Backed into my spot at the drive-in show |
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You know a cargo light gives off a romantic glow |
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I never have to wait in line at the popcorn stand |
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'Cause there's something women like about a pickup man |
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You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill |
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And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe Deville |
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I got an eight foot bed that never has to be made |
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You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates |
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I met all my wives in traffic jams |
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You're just something women like about a pickup man |
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A bucket of rust or a brand new machine |
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Once around the block and you'll know what I mean |
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You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill |
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And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe Deville |
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I got an eight foot bed that never has to be made |
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You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates |
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I met all my wives in traffic jams |
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You're just something women like about a pickup man |
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Yeah, there's something women like about a pickup man |
