Verse 1

Sun coming up on the barn wood gate

Hat pulled low, I’m running late

Saddle in the bed, dust on the hood

I got six strings and a bad, good mood

Boots on the dash, road map bent

Every mile I roll is money well spent

Pre-Chorus

And the barn door creaks

As I pull on through

One hand on the wheel

One hand on you

Chorus

Pickup truck, pickup truck, roll me home

Pickup truck, pickup truck, under that dome

Hat in the wind, with the world gone blue

Pickup truck, pickup truck, I’m riding with you

(ride with you)