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HARDY

TRUCK

TRUCK

(album: A ROCK - 2020)

If it's cleaned up, shined up, pedal down on main
You can bet he's picking 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 nothing
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 driving his around
Turning heads and burning tread and stirring up dust clouds
Like a shine-hauling outlaw, yeah, I'm talking '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 hanging 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 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 driving his around
Turning heads and burning tread and stirring up dust clouds
Like a shine-hauling outlaw, yeah, I'm talking '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 nothing
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 driving his around
Turning heads and burning tread and stirring up dust clouds
Like a shine-hauling outlaw, yeah, I'm talking '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
(If there's dents on the side)
A book by its cover, but you can judge a country boy by his truck

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