Truck In the Yard

447 Florence Lane, I drive by every now and then Think about stopping in, then I think again Those memories roll around in my head I can see that room, I can see that bed I wanna turn in that drive, instead I don't pull in, I can't pull in 'Cause there's always his truck in the yard His box body four by four, since you don't need me anymore And if I knocked on your door I'd be crazy Grass didn't have a chance to grow where my 35's used to sit before It's killing me to know you ain't my baby It's just always his truck in the yard Thought if I gave you time, some night had to ride on by See a light on inside and call you up Guess you didn't have none to waste Seems just like yesterday I was parking in that same place to pick you up Now I can't pick you up 'Cause there's always his truck in the yard His box body four by four, since you don't need me anymore And if I knocked on your door I'd be crazy Grass didn't have a chance to grow where my 35's used to sit before It's killing me to know you ain't my baby It's just always his truck in the yard His box body four by four, since you don't need me anymore And if I knocked on your door I'd be crazy Grass didn't have a chance to grow where my 35's used to sit before It's killing me to know you ain't my baby It's just always his truck in the yard Yeah There's always his truck in the yard There's always his truck in the yard