Cab Of My Truck

Cracked windshield
That I super-glued
Crumpled up cans and a beat up bag of red man chew
Fix a flat, jonny cash box set
Half a dozen parking tickets that I ain’t paid yet
And sitting on that cloth bench seat
I got my shot gun girl right next to me

Four wheel turning
Two hearts burning
We go running wild
Going to make a million
Memories for every hundred
Thousand miles
Learning everything I’ll ever need
To know about life and love
In the cab of my truck

Slided rear
Back window
So it’s an easy reach to where my cooler keeps em iced down cold
Roll of duck tape, W D 40
Ain’t nothing too loose or locked too tight for a man like me
Yeah, I might take it slow
30 through town
But on a back dirt road
Girl I put the hammer down

Man I can’t find anything in this truck
Oh, what’s this? a little white tank top
Get out of my way Cadilac, big white’s coming through