Truck of Many Colors

It cost me $90 dollars… My truck of many colors

She was shiny and blue… When grandpa bought her brand-new

Grandpa was a handyman… Had a strong back and calloused hands

She hauled lumber and bricks… And all kinds of shit

I drove it a million miles… Of beer, music and smiles

A legendary story of dust… Or in mud door deep stuck

Trash and empties on the floor… A dent in the hood and door

Smell like beer and a smoke stack… The back window had a gun rack

I loved that truck of many colors… That cost me $90 dollars

A Ruger 357 under the seat… A legend racing on the street

Bed full of passed out fools… Empties, chairs, coolers and tools

A hundred used shotgun shells and a strong gasoline smell

Yeah… I steamed up the Windows… Midnight at 20 below

I loved that truck of many colors… That cost me $90 dollars

Drove it into Trout Creek… So gals could dangle their feet

Took her all the way under… At Mud lake one summer

Bullet hole in the tailgate… During a wild reckless chase

Cracked the windshield… Jumping a ditch for the thrill

I loved that truck of many colors… That cost me $90 dollars

Yeah… We were guilty of crimes… So I baptized her a couple of times

More than one cowboy puked… In the cab on his boots

 But today I drive a new truck… But I just don’t feel truck love

I want my truck of many colors… That cost me $90 dollars



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