Truck Full of Money

Part of the thrill

Is you think you might die up there

You think he might keel over sideways

Wouldn't it be something to see

And any guy here

Could learn to sing like this

And she might love you

But not like she loves me

See I wasn't straight when I wrote that

I was carving a name

And I was praying that no one

Was ever gonna love me again

And I was late for something

Every hour of every day

And completely alone somewhere

Out on the prairie

In a truck full of money

When I got home

Or even halfway love

I had to call you

To figure out where my apartment was

And though I know

Most of my job ain't right

But you sure don't mind

Going out every night

See I wasn't straight when I wrote that

I was carving a name

And I was praying that no one

Was ever gonna love me again

And I was late for something

Every hour of every day

And completely alone somewhere

Out on the prairie

In a truck full of money

Maybe someday we'll be

Closer to what our fathers had

Plenty of love never been in

Some truck full of money