| Up and down the streets of a no name town
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| Me and her with the windows down
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| 35s rollin' on the ground
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| Lovin' every minute
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| Skoal peach in the side of the door
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| Coke cans rollin' on the floor
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| No, I never wanted nothin' more
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| Yeah, that was livin'
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| I drove her to work, drove her to school
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| I drove her to PCB
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| I jacked it up, loaded it down
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| With all my friends and me
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| I grew up in it
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| Yeah, I got stuck in it
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| Playin' our song on the stereo
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| Drivin' 'til we ran outta road
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| Yeah, I broke up in it
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| I fell in love in it
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| Made a lifetime full of memories
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| On a half tank of gasoline
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| I learned just who I wasn’t and who I was
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| In that old truck
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| In that old truck
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| I found a field, I put it in park
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| Blanket and a girl and a billion stars
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| Midnight buzz and a racin' heart
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| When I leaned in to kiss her
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| I wrecked it good on some old back road
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| Had to call daddy to get her towed
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| Cussin' out all that grass I mowed
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| Just savin' up to fix her
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| Had some luck, fogged it up
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| And I ain’t gonna lie
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| She heard me laugh, heard me cry
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| Heard me pray sometimes
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| I grew up in it
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| Yeah, I got stuck in it
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| Playin' our song on the stereo
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| Drivin' 'til we ran outta road
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| Yeah, I broke up in it
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| I fell in love in it
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| Made a lifetime full of memories
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| On a half tank of gasoline
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| I learned just who I wasn’t and who I was
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| In that old truck
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| In that old truck
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| Yeah, you might think it’s crazy
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| And you might not understand
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| But that hand-me-down on four wheels
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| Turned this boy into a man
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| Yeah, I grew up in it
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| I got stuck in it
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| Jammin' our song on the stereo
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| Drivin' 'til we ran outta road
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| Yeah, I broke up in it
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| I fell in love in it
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| I made a lifetime full of memories
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| On a half tank of gasoline
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| Yeah, I learned who I wasn’t and who I was
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| Yeah, whoever’s got it now, I hope they love
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| That old truck
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| That old truck
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| That old truck |