TRUCK

If it's cleaned up, shined up

Pedal down on Main

You can bet he's pickin' up

Some pretty country thang

If it's covered up in red mud

With a worn-out WARN winch

There's a good chance that that man

Is a pretty damn good friend

If there's horns in the back

There's a gun in the front

If there's dents on the side

He ain't scared of nothin'

And if a 12-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 collar drivin' his around

Turnin' heads and burnin' tread, and stirrin' up dust clouds

Like a 'shine-haulin' outlaw

Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout his truck, his dash, the county on his tag

The songs on his radio, the stickers on his glass

From four-bys to two-bys, it's 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 hangin' off his dusty old 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 collar drivin' his around

Turnin' heads and burnin' tread, and stirrin' up dust clouds

Like a 'shine-haulin' outlaw

Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout his truck, his dash, the county on his tag

The songs on his radio, the stickers on his glass

From four-bys to two-bys, it's 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 the back

There's a gun in the front

If there's dents on the side

He ain't scared of nothin'

And if a 12-pack's in the passenger seat

Yeah, 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 collar drivin' his around

Turnin' heads and burnin' tread, and stirrin' up dust clouds

Like a 'shine-haulin' outlaw

Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout his truck, his dash, the county on his tag

The songs on his radio, the stickers on his glass

From four-bys to two-bys, it's 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 the back

There's a gun in the front

If there's dents on the side)

Yeah, you can judge a country boy by his truck

(If there's horns in the back

There's a gun in the front...)

You can't judge

A book by its cover, but you can judge a country boy by his truck