Текст JJ Lawhorn – 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

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