Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joe Diffie
Vocals
Billy Joe Walker, Jr.
Acoustic Guitar
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Lonnie Wilson
Drums
Matt Rollings
Piano
Larry Paxton
Bass
Stuart Duncan
Fiddle
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kerry Kurt Phillips
Songwriter
Howard Perdew
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe Diffie
Producer
Johnny Slate
Producer
Mike Bradley
Recording Engineer
John Dickson
Assistant Engineer
Denny Purcell
Mastering Engineer
Don Cobb
Editing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Well, I got my first truck when I was three
Drove a hundred thousand miles on my knees
Hauled marbles and rocks and thought twice before
I hauled a Barbie doll bed for the girl next door
She tried to pay me with a kiss and I began to understand
There's something women like about a pickup man
[Verse 2]
When I turned sixteen I saved a few hundred bucks
My first car was a pickup truck
I was cruising the town and the first girl I see
Was Bobby Jo Gentry, the homecoming queen
She flagged me down and climbed up in the cab
And said, "I never knew you were a pickup man"
[Chorus]
You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill
And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
I got an eight foot bed that never has to be made
You know if it weren't for trucks, we wouldn't have tailgates
I met all my wives in traffic jams
There's just something women like about a pickup man
[Verse 3]
Most Friday nights I can be found
In the bed of my truck on an old chaise lounge
Backed into my spot at the drive-in show
You know a cargo lot gives off a romantic glow
I never have to wait in line at the popcorn stand
'Cause there's something women like about a pickup man
[Chorus]
You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill
And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
I got an eight foot bed that never has to be made
You know if it weren't for trucks, we wouldn't have tailgates
I met all my wives in traffic jams
There's just something women like about a pickup man
Aw, stand up, son
[Bridge]
A bucket of rust or a brand new machine
Once around the block and you'll know what I mean
[Chorus]
You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill
And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
I got an eight foot bed that never has to be made
You know if it weren't for trucks, we wouldn't have tailgates
I met all my wives in traffic jams
There's just something women like about a pickup man
Yeah, there's something women like about a pickup man
[Outro]
Aw, drive that pickup, son
Written by: Howard Perdew, Kerry Kurt Phillips