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Jj Lawhorn
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You Can Tell a Man by His Truck
Red clay mud caked up on the door, Twelve gauge buckshot rollin' in the floorboard. Turkey feather flappin' up in the visor, Every Friday night she's a dirt road rider.
You can tell a man by his truck, F one fifty painted on the fender. Gun rack rattling in the window, You can tell a man by his truck. It's got scratches and dents, just like him. Come hell or high water gonna keep on rolling. You can tell a man by his truck, yes uh.
Backwoods baby sittin' in the front, She likes the way it rumbles and rides a little rough. Hah, yeah she does. Tearin' up a corn field, bustin' through a rut. My baby's screamin', 'faster, ' she can't get enough.
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com You can tell a man by his truck, F one fifty painted on the fender. Gun rack rattling in the window, You can tell a man by his truck. It's got scratches and dents, just like him. Come hell or high water gonna keep on rolling. You can tell a man by his truck, yes uh.
Plays horse, ball caps, sliding cross the dance floor, Boot check in the back, parking up a storm.
You can tell a man by his truck, F one fifty painted on the fender. Gun rack rattling in the window, You can tell a man by his truck. It's got scratches and dents, just like him. Come hell or high water gonna keep on rolling. You can tell a man by his truck. Oh man, you can tell a man by his truck.
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