Clip vidéo
Clip vidéo
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Joe Diffie
Chant
Billy Joe Walker, Jr.
Guitare acoustique
Brent Mason
Guitare électrique
Paul Franklin
Guitare sur table
Lonnie Wilson
Batterie
Matt Rollings
Piano
Larry Paxton
Basse
Stuart Duncan
Violon
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Kerry Kurt Phillips
Paroles/Composition
Howard Perdew
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Joe Diffie
Production
Johnny Slate
Production
Mike Bradley
Ingénierie de prise de son
John Dickson
Assistance d’ingénierie
Denny Purcell
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Don Cobb
Ingénierie de montage
Paroles
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
When I turned sixteen I saved a few hundred bucks
My first car was a pickup truck
I was cruising the town and the first girl I see
Was Bobby Jo Gentry, the homecoming queen
She flagged me down and climbed up in the cab
And said, "I never knew you were a pickup man"
[Chorus]
You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill
And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
I got an eight foot bed that never has to be made
You know if it weren't for trucks, we wouldn't have tailgates
I met all my wives in traffic jams
There's just something women like about a pickup man
[Verse 3]
Most Friday nights I can be found
In the bed of my truck on an old chaise lounge
Backed into my spot at the drive-in show
You know a cargo lot gives 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
[Chorus]
You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill
And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
I got an eight foot bed that never has to be made
You know if it weren't for trucks, we wouldn't have tailgates
I met all my wives in traffic jams
There's just something women like about a pickup man
Aw, stand up, son
[Bridge]
A bucket of rust or a brand new machine
Once around the block and you'll know what I mean
[Chorus]
You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill
And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
I got an eight foot bed that never has to be made
You know if it weren't for trucks, we wouldn't have tailgates
I met all my wives in traffic jams
There's just something women like about a pickup man
Yeah, there's something women like about a pickup man
[Outro]
Aw, drive that pickup, son
Written by: Howard Perdew, Kerry Kurt Phillips

