Verse 1

Old red truck, faded as rust

Tailgate dented, coated in dust

Fence-line miles and a sun-baked seat

Coffee in a jar and a workday beat

I got two good hands and a stubborn grin

That old truck hums when I turn the key in

Pre-Chorus

And she don't look fancy

But she runs like sin

I point her west

And she digs right in

Chorus

Dusty truck boogie

Keep it rolling, keep it moving

Dusty truck boogie

That old road's got me cruising

(keep it rolling)