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
A Cosmic Cowboy 