The Truck Song

Turn down that highway, turn up that dirt road

Well, It's over three days since I left Houston

Ole Black's my truck's name

She's held together by BF Good tires and bailing wire

Well, I went to high school and I was not popular

Now I am older, and it don't matter

Ole Black's my truck's name

She's held together

I've slept inside her when I was tired

I've been to Paris, and I don't mean Texas

Well, I met them vendors one time in London

Ole Black's my truck's name. She's held together

My lane's the right one when I'm in England

My baby calls me, she says she loves me

And when I see her, then I believe her

Ole Black's my truck's name

And, oh, she don't say much

We leave together and lay some rubber

On down that highway, turn up that dirt road

It's over three days since I left Houston

Ole Black's my truck's name

She's held together by BF Good tires and bailing wire

Turn down that highway, turn up that dirt road

It's over three days since I left Houston

Ole Black's my truck's name

She's held together by BF Good tires and bailing wire

By BF Good tires and bailing wire