I Don't Drive A Truck
Where I come from all the roads are flat
No 4-wheel drive in my Pontiac
Didn't have corn fields, no red clay
Just a bunch of oranges, sand and waves
I never owned a cowboy hat, or had a Realtree jacket on
But my resume's a country mile long
'Cause I'm about Waylon Jennings on a Friday night
Circled 'round under moonlight
With the bonfire blaze and the bourbon lighting us up
I'm about sir and ma'am after yes and no
Driving fast down long dirt roads
Cold beer chillin' in a solo cup... but
I don't drive a truck
Well I've never hunted, but I've caught some Specks
Out on the St. John's River with some real rednecks
I drink my sweet tea out of Mason jars
Got a couple cars that won't start parked in my front yard
You might say it's not the South but boy I'm telling you
My Chuck's get just as muddy as your boots
'Cause I'm about Waylon Jennings on a Friday night
Circled 'round under moonlight
With the bonfire blaze and the bourbon lighting us up
I'm about sir and ma'am after yes and no
Driving fast down long dirt roads
Cold beer chillin' in a solo cup... but
I don't drive a truck
I'm still about Waylon Jennings on a Friday night
Circled 'round under moonlight
With the bonfire blaze and the bourbon lighting us up
I'm about sir and ma'am after yes and no
Driving fast down long dirt roads
Cold beer chillin' in a solo cup... but
I don't drive a truck
Don't drive a truck
I never owned a truck
I don't drive a truck
No 4-wheel drive in my Pontiac
Didn't have corn fields, no red clay
Just a bunch of oranges, sand and waves
I never owned a cowboy hat, or had a Realtree jacket on
But my resume's a country mile long
'Cause I'm about Waylon Jennings on a Friday night
Circled 'round under moonlight
With the bonfire blaze and the bourbon lighting us up
I'm about sir and ma'am after yes and no
Driving fast down long dirt roads
Cold beer chillin' in a solo cup... but
I don't drive a truck
Well I've never hunted, but I've caught some Specks
Out on the St. John's River with some real rednecks
I drink my sweet tea out of Mason jars
Got a couple cars that won't start parked in my front yard
You might say it's not the South but boy I'm telling you
My Chuck's get just as muddy as your boots
'Cause I'm about Waylon Jennings on a Friday night
Circled 'round under moonlight
With the bonfire blaze and the bourbon lighting us up
I'm about sir and ma'am after yes and no
Driving fast down long dirt roads
Cold beer chillin' in a solo cup... but
I don't drive a truck
I'm still about Waylon Jennings on a Friday night
Circled 'round under moonlight
With the bonfire blaze and the bourbon lighting us up
I'm about sir and ma'am after yes and no
Driving fast down long dirt roads
Cold beer chillin' in a solo cup... but
I don't drive a truck
Don't drive a truck
I never owned a truck
I don't drive a truck
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Writer(s): Jacob Arthur, Matthew Burke
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