My Pick-up Truck

Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Well, she’s rusted out and dented, she’s a symphony of steel
With a set of mismatched panels and a shaky steering wheel
The engine’s got a stutter and the radiator leaks
But she’s out there in the driveway every morning of the week
The seats are soft as pillows where the stuffing’s worn right through
And the shocks are long-gone ghosts, but she’ll see the journey through.
​(Chorus)
Yeah, my pick-up truck is broken as... well, you know the word
She’s the bashed and dented beauty that the neighbors all have heard
She’s rusted right on up, but she’s a trooper to the core
My pick-up truck is super, and I couldn't ask for more.
​(Verse 2)
Now, the horn don’t sound like much, just a pathetic little wheeze
And I ain't got the cash to fix her, so I’m beggin' "pretty please"
Besides, I’ll likely crash her in a week or two or three
So why waste all that money? That just makes no sense to me
I ain't no damn mechanic, I don’t know a wrench from pliers
But I’m keeping her together with some spit and baling wires.
​(Bridge)
I got a roll of silver duct tape and a can of spray-on oil
To keep that motor turning and the radiator boil
If she dies on me tomorrow, then I’m basically screwed
‘Cause my job is getting harder and my wife is in a mood
But through the dark of midnight, when the world is looking tight
My truck just keeps on trooping, she’s my beacon in the night.
​(Chorus)
Yeah, my pick-up truck is broken as... well, you know the word
She’s the bashed and dented beauty that the neighbors all have heard
She’s rusted right on up, but she’s a trooper to the core
My pick-up truck is super, and I couldn't ask for more.
​(Outro)
So if you’re in a flash car, friend, just drive tight on by
But if yours is beat and battered, well, then you’re my kind of guy
We do the jobs that take the time, the heavy and the grime
And we’ll keep on trucking, boys, come rain or wind or shine!
(Big finish with a final, dying engine sputter)