Pickup Man

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 just 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 cruisin' the town and the first girl

I seen Was

Bobbie Jo

Gentry the homecoming queen

She flagged me down and climbed up in the cab, and said "I never knew you were a Pickup Man!"

You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill and

I still wouldn't trade it for a

Coupe DeVille

I got an eight foot bed that never has to be made

You know 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 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 just something women like about a pickup

Man You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill and

I still wouldn't trade it for a

Coupe DeVille

I got an eight foot bed that never has to be made

You know 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

A bucket of rust, or a brand new machine

Once around the block and you'll know what

I mean You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill and

I still wouldn't trade it for a

Coupe DeVille

I got an eight foot bed that never has to be made

You know 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