Pickup Man (feat. Post Malone)

Well, I got my first truck when I was three Drove a hundred thousand miles on my knees Hauled marbles and rocks and thought twice before I hauled a Barbie Doll bed for the girl next door She tried to pay me with a kiss and I began to understand There's something women like about a pickup man When I turned 16, I saved a few hundred bucks My first car was a pickup truck I was cruising the town and the first girl I seen Was Bobbie Jo Gentry, the homecoming queen She flagged me down and climbed up in the cab And said, "I nevеr knew you were a pickup man" You can sеt my truck on fire and roll it down a hill And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe De Ville I got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made You know, if it weren't for trucks, you wouldn't have tailgates I met all my wives in traffic jams There's just something women like about a pickup man Most Friday nights, I can be found In the bed of my truck on an old chaise lounge Backed in in my spot at the drive-in show You know the cargo lights give off a romantic glow I never have to wait in line at the popcorn stand 'Cause there's something women like about a pickup man You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe De Ville I got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made You know, if it weren't for trucks, you wouldn't have tailgates I met all my wives in traffic jams There's just something women like about a pickup man A bucket of rust or a brand-new machine Once around the block and you'll know what I mean You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe De Ville I got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made You know, if it weren't for trucks, you wouldn't have tailgates I met all my wives in traffic jams There's just something women like about a pickup man There's just something women like about a pickup man Aw, drive that pickup now, boys That's about it Ooh-ooh-ooh