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 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 cruising the town
and the first girl i seen
was bobbie jo gentry
the homecoming queen
She flagged me down
and climed up in the cab
and said "i never knew you were a pickup man"
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you can set my truck on fire
and roll it down a hill
and i still wouldn't trade it
for a coupe deville
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I got an eight foot bed
that never has to be made
yaknow 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 in to 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
because there's something women like
about a pickup man
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Awwwww stand on it, son
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A bucket of rust
or a brand new machine
once around the block
and you'll know what i mean
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Yeah there's something women like
about a pickup man
Awwwww drive that pickup, son
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