HARDY - TRUCK (Audio Only)

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Lyrics:
If it’s cleaned up shined up pedal down on main
You can bet he’s picking up some pretty country thing
If it’s covered up in red mud with a worn out warn wench
There’s a good chance that that man is a pretty damn good friend

If there’s horns in back there’s a gun in the front
If there’s dents on the side he ain’t scared of nothin
And if a twelve pack’s in the passenger seat
Well he probably worked his ass off all week
Yeah

Somewhere way out there in any given town
There’s a red, white and blue collared driving his around
Turning heads and burning tread and stirring up dust clouds
Like a shine hauling outlaw yeah I’m talking bout his truck
His dash, the county on his tag, the song on his radio
The stickers on his glass
From four bys to two bys its true you can’t judge
A book by its cover but you can judge a country boy by his truck

If there’s a silver cross hanging off his dusty ‘ol rearview
It’s safe to say he’s found amazing grace a time or two
If there’s numbers on the back 92 to 2012
Bet there’s stories bout his best friend that he can barely tell
Cause he misses him like hell

Somewhere way out there in any given town
There’s a red, white and blue collared driving his around
Turning heads and burning tread and stirring up dust clouds
Like a shine hauling outlaw yeah I’m talking bout his truck
His dash, the county on his tag, the song on his radio
The stickers on his glass
From four bys to two bys its true you can’t judge
A book by its cover but you can judge a country boy by his truck

If there’s horns in back there’s a gun in the front
If there’s dents on the side he ain’t scared of nothin
If a twelve pack’s in the passenger seat
Well he probably worked his ass off all week
Yeah

Somewhere way out there in any given town
There’s a red, white and blue collared driving his around
Turning heads and burning tread and stirring up dust clouds
Like a shine hauling outlaw yeah I’m talking bout his truck
His dash, the county on his tag, the song on his radio
The stickers on his glass
From four bys to two bys its true you can’t judge
A book by its cover but you can judge a country boy by his truck

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