That Town, That Truck, That Song

All it takes is a welcome sign
Soon as I cross that county line
Takes me back to seventeen nights, fresh shine
On that F-150
Pick you up just to ride around
Too young to get in the bars downtown
Turned you on to Jackson Browne
Running on empty
Floor board beer, dashboard feet
Played that song, put it on repeat
Yeah that Main Street, midnight red light blinking
That hand me down two tone Ford oil leaking
That long neck bottle for a microphone singing
In that town, that truck, that song
You learned every word on that burnt CD
I learned every curve on that torn bench seat
Last I heard you were in Tennessee
But to me, you'll always be
In that town, that truck, that song
I come back every now and then, catch up with some long lost friends
Keep hoping I run in to you, but it never happens
But that don't mean, I don't see you
With your hair in the wind, and the speakers on ten, in my rearview
Yeah that Main Street, midnight red light blinking
That hand me down two tone Ford oil leaking
That long neck bottle for a microphone singing
In that town, that truck, that song
You learned every word on that burnt CD
I learned every curve on that torn bench seat
Last I heard you were in Tennessee
But to me, you'll always be
In that town, that truck, that song
Parked somewhere down the back roads of my mind
I got the headlights off, and you got your lips on mine
That town, that truck, that song
You learned every word on that burnt CD
I learned every curve on that torn bench seat
Last I heard you were in Tennessee
But to me, you'll always be
In that town, that truck, that song
In that town, that truck, that song