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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 somethin' women like about a pick-up man. When I turned sixteen I saved a few hundred bucks My first car was a pick-up truck I was cruisin' the town and the first girl I see was Bobbie Joe Gentry; the homecoming Queen She flagged me down and climbed up in the cab and said "I never knew you were a pick-up man" Chorus You could set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill, And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe de Ville. I've got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made, You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tail gates. I met all my wives in traffic jams there's just somethin' women Like about a pick-up man Most Friday nights I can be found, In the bed of my truck on an old chaise lounge. Backed into 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 'Cause there's somethin' women like about a pick-up man Chorus You could set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill, And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe de Ville. I've got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made, You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tail gates. I met all my wives in traffic jams there's just somethin' women Like about a pick-up man (Bridge) A bucket of rust or a brand new machine, Once around the block and you'll know what I mean Chorus You could set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill, And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe de Ville. I've got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made, You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tail gates. I met all my wives in traffic jams there's just somethin' women Like about a pick-up man |