Lyrics:
man of the hour, Mr. Church don't sour
And I'll be those KC lights in a farm boy's truck
Granddaddy's gun in a 1500
A son of a bitch and a crazy
open
She grew up down on a farm
Chevy truck, stick shift, mud tires
Lift kit, drop hitch on the back for towing her MasterCraft
She can drive a ski boat
That's a lot to get into one song.
We left out all the good stuff.
Dallas, dope, divorce, dead dogs,
trains prison Christmas, mothers,
farms, and trucks
on a cooler that you cornfield crank
A Bocephus sticker or a Beechnut bag
A small town country co-op farm hat
Yeah trucks are made for driving things around
I know this road like the back of my hand
Same with the stations on the FM band
Farms and truck stops, firework stands
I know this road like the back
odds a hundred to 1
But when you looked over and gave me half a grin
I said I'm doubling down and going all in
I'll bet the farm and my pickup truck
But now it's a farm truck, it's still got a dent in the back
So I hit up ol' Musk, said I need a tough truck
Yeah, electric, all-wheel drive, the kind
Pride
Marty Robbins and the Possum, ol' George Jones
Heard 'em all growin' up
In daddy's ol' farm truck
Eight-track stereo
Hey, that's country bro
Yeah, baby
That old farm truck in the pasture, it ain't got used in years
But I got a blanket and a guitar and a cooler full of beer
And them
and a quarter, babe
She's a Detroit made
Deuce and a quarter, babe
Now when I first got out of high school
I drove an old farm truck
All the girls they
Deuce and a quarter, babe
Now when I first got out of high school
I drove an old farm truck
All the girls they walked right by me
Didn't even say good
and a quarter, babe
She's a Detroit made
Deuce and a quarter, babe
Now when I first got out of high school
I drove an old farm truck
All the girls they
reverse, let daddy load it up
Honey, back that thing up
If you gonna work a farm you gotta learn to drive a truck
Honey, back that thing up
Yeah yeah right
it in reverse, let daddy load it up
Honey, back that thing up
If you gonna work a farm you gotta learn to drive a truck
Honey, back that thing up
got outta high school
I drove an old farm truck
All the girls they walk right by me
Didn't even say good luck
Now, I ride in my 225
They all
With baited breath and open arms
I passed the gates of an old junkyard
It was a truck farm with crops of trucks
I laid down cash and I picked
McDonald lost livestock, he owes, oh, he owes
Old McDonald lost his farm, he owes, oh, he owes
And with his farm he lost his truck, he owes, oh, he owes
take a ride, we’ll be right by your side
As we sing about things that go
The mail truck delivers our mail to us
The tractor is used on a farm
The tow
plowed the fields with the tractor until Grandma passed away
I was 17 years old when we laid her in the ground
I took the farm truck out of the barn
a tractor taxi waiting
At the Johnson farm they got a truck pull they got a bratwurst and beer tasting
At the Miller place they got a big ol’ bull but he’s
Baby, you're out of my league
I'm so like an old farm pick-up truck
And you deserve a limousine
And baby, I can't believe you're with me
'Cause
I get
Another memory for me to forget
Oh I'm going down to Sister's Farm
I see the trucks come and I see the trucks go
I see the trucks come and I
SHE'S FRESH OFF THE FARM
YEAH THAT'S HER TRUCK IN THE PARKIN' LOT AND SHE'S GOT A GUN
AND SHE KEEPS IT COCKED
IT SITS RIGHT THERE IN BETWEEN THE SEATS
the best there is
Just tryin’ do it like my daddy done it
Wake up in the morning’ hit the ground running
Old farm truck you can hear me coming
Sip a little
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