You Can Tell A Man By His Truck
Lyrics JJ Lawhorn

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Red clay mud caked up on the door,
Twelve gauge buckshot rollin' in the floorboard.
Turkey feather flappin' up in the visor,
Every Friday night she's a dirt road rider.

You can tell a man by his truck,
F-150 painted on the fender.
Gun rack rattling in the window, you can tell a man by his truck.
It's got scratches and dents, just like him.
Come hell or high water gonna keep on rolling.
You can tell a man by his truck, yea.

Backwoods baby sittin' in the front,
She likes the way it rumbles and rides a little rough.
Hah, yeah she does.
Tearin' up a corn field, bustin' through a rut.
My baby's screamin' "faster," she can't get enough.

You can tell a man by his truck,
F-150 painted on the fender.
Gun rack rattling in the window, you can tell a man by his truck.
It's got scratches and dents, just like him.
Come hell or high water gonna keep on rolling.
You can tell a man by his truck.

Razors ball cap, sliding cross the dance floor,
Boot check, in the back, parking up a storm.

You can tell a man by his truck,
F-150 painted on the fender.
Gun rack rattling in the window, you can tell a man by his truck.
It's got scratches and dents, just like him.
Come hell or high water gonna keep on rolling.
You can tell a man by his truck, oh yeah
You can tell a man by his truck.

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