The Truck Song

Turn down that highway, turn up that dirt road Well, It's over three days since I left Houston Ole Black's my truck's name She's held together by BF Good tires and bailing wire Well, I went to high school and I was not popular Now I am older, and it don't matter Ole Black's my truck's name She's held together I've slept inside her when I was tired I've been to Paris, and I don't mean Texas Well, I met them vendors one time in London Ole Black's my truck's name. She's held together My lane's the right one when I'm in England My baby calls me, she says she loves me And when I see her, then I believe her Ole Black's my truck's name And, oh, she don't say much We leave together and lay some rubber On down that highway, turn up that dirt road It's over three days since I left Houston Ole Black's my truck's name She's held together by BF Good tires and bailing wire Turn down that highway, turn up that dirt road It's over three days since I left Houston Ole Black's my truck's name She's held together by BF Good tires and bailing wire By BF Good tires and bailing wire