Well I got my first truck, when I was three,
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Drove a hundred thousand miles on my knees
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Hauled marbles and rocks, and thought twice before
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I hauled a Barbie Doll bed for the girl next door
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she tried to pay me with a kiss and I began to understand,
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There's just something women like about a PickUp Man
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When I turned sixteen, I saved a few hundred bucks
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My first car was a Pickup Truck
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I was cruisin' the town and the first girl I seen
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Was Bobbie Jo Gentry the homecoming queen
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She flagged me down and climbed up in the cab, and said
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"I never knew you were a Pickup Man!"
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You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill
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and I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
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I got an eight foot bed that never has to be made
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You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates
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I met all my wives in traffic jams,
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there's just something women like about a Pickup Man
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Most Friday nights, I can be found
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In the bed of my truck on an old chaise lounge
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Backed into my spot at the drive-in show
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You know a cargo light gives off a romantic glow
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I never have to wait in line at the popcorn stand,
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'cause There's just something women like about a pickup Man
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You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill
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and I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
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I got an eight foot bed that never has to be made
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You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates
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I met all my wives in traffic jams,
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there's just something women like about a Pickup Man
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A bucket of rust, or a brand new machine
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Once around the block and you'll know what I mean
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You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill
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and I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
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I got an eight foot bed that never has to be made
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You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates
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I met all my wives in traffic jams,
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there's just something women like about a Pickup Man
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Pickup Man
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| Joe Diffie |
