TRUCK (Explicit)-HARDY

作词 : Michael Hardy/Ben Johnson/Hunter Phelps 作曲 : Michael Hardy/Ben Johnson/Hunter Phelps If it's cleaned up, shined up, pedal down on main You can bet he's pickin' up some pretty country thing 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 twelve 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 collared 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-bys to two-bys, 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 amazin' grace a time or two If there's numbers on the back, '92 to 2012 Bet there's stories 'bout 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 collared 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-bys to two-bys, 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 twelve 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 collared 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-bys to two-bys, 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 (If there's dents on the side)