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 a 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 there's 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 a 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