You Can Tell a Man by His Truck
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    You Can Tell a Man by His Truck Lyrics

    Red clay mud caked up on the door, twelve gauge buckshot rollin in the floorboard. Turkey feather flapping up in the visor, every Friday night she's a dirt road rider

    You can tell a man by his truck, F-150 painted on the fender. Gun rack rattling in the window, you can tell a man by his truck. It's got scratches and dents, just like him. Come hell or high water gonna keep on rolling. You can tell a man by his truck, yes uh

    Backwoods baby sitting in the front, she likes the way it rumbles and rides a little rough. Hah, yeah she does. Tearing up a corn field, busting through a rut. My baby's screaming, "faster," she can't get enough

    You can tell a man by his truck, F-150 painted on the fender. Gun rack rattling in the window, you can tell a man by his truck. It's got scratches and dents, just like him. Come hell or high water gonna keep on rolling. You can tell a man by his truck, yes uh

    Plays horse, ball caps, sliding cross the dance floor, blue tick in the back, barking up a storm

    You can tell a man by his truck, F-150 painted on the fender. Gun rack rattling in the window, you can tell a man by his truck. It's got scratches and dents, just like him. Come hell or high water gonna keep on rolling. You can tell a man by his truck. Oh man, you can tell a man by his truck

    Lyrics for "You Can Tell a Man by His Truck" by JJ Lawhorn licensed by LyricFind, written by Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing, copyright HAYSLIP, BEN / STOVER, JEREMY S. / LAWHORN, JJ, submitted 2 years ago, last edited 9 months ago by Ambi.

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