Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song TRUCK, artist - Hardy.
Date of issue: 03.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
TRUCK |
If it’s cleaned up, shined up, pedal down on Main |
You can bet he’s pickin' up some pretty country thang |
If it’s covered up in red mud with a worn-out Warn winch |
There’s a good chance that that man is a pretty damn good friend |
If there’s horns in the back |
There’s a gun in the front |
If there’s dents on the side |
He ain’t scared of nothin' |
And if the 12-pack's in the passenger seat |
Well he probably worked his ass off all week |
Yeah, somewhere way out there in any given town |
There’s a red, white, and blue collar drivin' his around |
Turnin' heads, and burnin' tread, and stirrin' up dust clouds |
Like a shine haulin' outlaw |
Yeah, I’m talkin' 'bout his truck |
His dash |
The county on his tag |
The songs on his radio |
The stickers on his glass |
From four bars to two bars |
It’s true you can’t judge |
A book by its cover |
But you can judge a country boy by his truck |
If there’s a silver cross hangin' off his dusty old rearview |
It’s safe to say he’s found Amazing Grace a time or two |
If there’s numbers on the back '92 to 2012 |
Bet this story’s about his best friend that he can barely tell |
'Cause he misses him like hell |
Somewhere way out there in any given town |
There’s a red, white, and blue collar drivin' his around |
Turnin' heads, and burnin' tread, and stirrin' up dust clouds |
Like a shine haulin' outlaw |
Yeah, I’m talkin' 'bout his truck |
His dash |
The county on his tag |
The songs on his radio |
The stickers on his glass |
From four bars to two bars |
It’s true you can’t judge |
A book by its cover |
But you can judge a country boy by his truck |
If there’s horns in the back |
There’s a gun in the front |
If there’s dents on the side |
He ain’t scared of nothin' |
And if the 12-pack's in the passenger seat |
Yeah, well he probably worked his ass off all week |
Yeah, somewhere way out there in any given town |
There’s a red, white, and blue collar drivin' his around |
Turnin' heads, and burnin' tread, and stirrin' up dust clouds |
Like a shine haulin' outlaw |
Yeah, I’m talkin' 'bout his truck |
His dash |
The county on his tag |
The songs on his radio |
The stickers on his glass |
From four bars to two bars |
It’s true you can’t judge |
A book by its cover |
But you can judge a country boy by his truck |
If there’s horns in the back |
There’s a gun in the front |
If there’s dents on the side |
Yeah, you can judge a country boy by his truck |
If there’s horns in the back |
There’s a gun in the front |
You can’t judge a book by its cover |
But you can judge a country boy by his truck |