Pickup Man

Well I got my first truck, when
I was three,
Drove a hundred thousand miles on my knees
Hauled marbles and rocks, and thought twice before
I hauled a
Barbie Doll bed for the girl next door she tried to pay me with a kiss and
I began to understand,
There's just something women like about a
PickUp Man
When I turned sixteen,
I saved a few hundred bucks
My first car was a
Pickup Truck
I was cruisin' the town and the first girl
I seen Was
Bobbie Jo
Gentry the homecoming queen
She flagged me down and climbed up in the cab, and said 'I never knew you were a Pickup Man!'
You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill and
I still wouldn't trade it for a
Coupe DeVille
I got an eight foot bed that never has to be made
You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates
I met all my wives in traffic jams, there's just something women like about a
Pickup Man
Most Friday nights,
I can be found
In the bed of my truck on an old chaise lounge
Backed into my spot at the drive-in show
You know a cargo light gives off a romantic glow
I never have to wait in line at the popcorn stand, 'cause
There's just something women like about a pickup
Man You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill and
I still wouldn't trade it for a
Coupe DeVille
I got an eight foot bed that never has to be made
You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates
I met all my wives in traffic jams, there's just something women like about a
Pickup Man
A bucket of rust, or a brand new machine
Once around the block and you'll know what
I mean You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill and
I still wouldn't trade it for a
Coupe DeVille
I got an eight foot bed that never has to be made
You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates
I met all my wives in traffic jams, there's just something women like about a
Pickup Man