I drive a truck
Which makes me a manly man among men
To those sissified 70's
I never caved in
Heck yea, that's country not disco
You hear blaring in the back
Which sometimes rattles the triggers lose
On my shotgun rack
And yes I do live down South
But not a redneck per say
My camouflage leisure suit
I only wear holidays
Or out to special dinners
Say Denny's or Huddle House
You know those fancy places
Where there's no spitting allowed
So getting anything more outta me
I wish you good luck
Now where was I going with this?
Oh yea...I drive a truck
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 1:39 PM UTC
I drive a truck
Which makes me a manly man among men
To those sissified 70's
I never caved in
Heck yea, that's country not disco
You hear blaring in the back
Which sometimes rattles the triggers lose
On my shotgun rack
And yes I do live down South
But not a redneck per say
My camouflage leisure suit
I only wear holidays
Or out to special dinners
Say Denny's or Huddle House
You know those fancy places
Where there's no spitting allowed
So getting anything more outta me
I wish you good luck
Now where was I going with this?
Oh yea...I drive a truck
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