Mud on the tires

Feet on the dash, sure look pretty, riding with me through Pickens County. He caint even bait a hook, he cant even skin buck, he dont who jack daniels is, aint never drove a truck. I drive your truck, i roll every window down and i burn up every back road in this town, i find a field and tear it up till all the pains a cloud of dust, yeah sometimes, i drive your truck. Funny how a melody sounds like a memory, like a sound track to a July saturday night, springsteen. Im a led foot leanin' on a suped up chevvy, im a good ol boy drinking whisky and rye on the levvy, but she carries me when my sins make me heavey, and loves me like jesus does. Somethin' bout a truck in a farmers field, somethin' bout a no tresspass sign and time to kill, nobodys gunna get hurt so whats the big deal, somethin' bout a truck in a farmers field.