We laughed and joked in the cab of his truck
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Just my brother and me
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The night before he shipped out overseas
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A leatherneck, jarhead marine
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He said the radiator leaks and the timing belt is worn
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But the heart and soul of this old beat-up truck,
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Is the Dashboard
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Ita€™s seen a lot of tan legs,
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Got a kick ass radio,
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Heard a lot of singing along to some country songs and rock & roll,
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Got a .38 bullet hole, courtesy of Kate Tillmana€™s dad,
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A lot of scotch tape marks from holding timeless photographs
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He said if I dona€™t come back, you can have this Ford
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Just tape a picture of me on the dashboard
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He said the paint is peeling off,
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Ita€™s got dents in both the doors
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If something happens to me,
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Dona€™t hang a for sale sign above the dashboard
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I had the engine overhauled,
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A paint job and brand new chrome,
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I had her washed and waxed,
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Sitting in the drive the day he came home
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I said herea€™s your keys, shea€™s all yours
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I fixed everything, but the dashboard
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The Dashboard
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| Chris Young |
