Intro

( Let's ride!)

Guitar riff kicks in

Verse 1

Dusty boots and a tank of cheap gas my pickup

Ain't nothin' fancy, just chrome and glass ( ahaha!)

Got a hundred-thousand miles of backroad tales

In a paint-fadin' red that never fails

She's a little bit loud, a little bit mean

The purtiest pickup you've ever seen

With a toolbox rattlin' in the bed

And a rebel flag sticker by my head

Pre-Chorus

Well, the city boys laugh with their windows so clean (Driving to my pickup!)

But they don't know the feel of a four-wheeled dream

So watch that cloud as I hit the grit...

Chorus