A Boy That's Into Trucks

Here he comes walkin' through the front door

Smilin', smellin' like grease

In his favourite flannelette shirt

And his faded old blue jeans

He says, "Darlin', I've been missin' you

I've been thinkin' 'bout you all day long"

Then he says, "Sorry, baby," workin' on his truck

We got some time alone

Oh, I'm not sure, what l've done right for this man

But I know, God knew what he was doing

He's a hand holding mine, calloused and worn

But I've never heard him complain

He'll tell you that you look good no matter what

And that he likes your hair that way

He'll dance me under the stars

Makes me feel like I'm a million bucks

Thank his daddy for the man he raised

A boy that's into trucks

Friday night, down at the bar

I'm the little lady sitting on his lap

Hearts on fire and all this time

And you still can get me like that

I said, "Baby, take me home

Kiss me under that porch light"

Then he said, "Okay, you know every time

I kiss you it feels like the first time"

Oh, I'm not sure, what I've done right for this man

But I know, God knew what he was doing

He's a hand holding mine, calloused and worn

But I've never heard him complain

He'll tell you that you look good no matter what

And that he likes your hair that way

He'll dance me under the stars

Makes me feel like I'm a million bucks

Thank his daddy for the man he raised

A boy that's into trucks

He's got the patience of a saint

Even on those hard days

He's a hand holding mine, calloused and worn

I've never heard him complain

He'll tell you that you look good no matter what

And that he likes your hair that way

He'll dance me under the stars

Makes me feel like I'm a million bucks

Thank his mama for the man she raised, yeah

A boy that's into trucks, mhm