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
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 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