Letras
I got a '95 Chevy with a tailgate grin
Rust on the fenders, duct tape holdin' in
Muffler's in the ditch, rain's pourin' on my back
But she'll fire right up when I give her some slack
Radio cuts out, oil light shines
But let her sit a week and she'll be just fine
She don't care for rules, she don't read no book
She's got her own way of runnin', take a second look
Work beater, two-seater, rollin' down the line
Shakin' like a rattletrap, but she's still mine
Parts fall off, but the heart's still strong
Singin' beater truck boogie all night long
Yeah, clap your hands, stomp your boots
We're dancin' to them rusty roots
Got wires crossed, got gremlins too
But somehow she knows when I'm countin' on you
Turn the key, she coughs, then laughs
Guess my old truck just needed a nap
Folks say son, it's time to trade her in
But you don't throw away your oldest friend
She might break down, but she always comes back
Rollin' proud down that two-lane track
Work beater, two-seater, rollin' down the line
Shakin' like a rattletrap, but she's still mine
Parts fall off, but the heart's still strong
Singin' beater truck boogie all night long
Yeah, clap your hands, stomp your boots
We're dancin' to them rusty roots
Muffler gone! She don't care
No radio! Turn up the air
Lights went out! She'll fix herself
This beater's tougher than anything else
Work beater, two-seater, rollin' down the line
Shakin' like a rattletrap, but she's still mine
Parts fall off, but the heart's still strong
Singin' beater truck boogie all night long
Yeah, clap your hands, stomp your boots
We're dancin' to them rusty roots
Let her rest a few days, she'll heal herself up… just like me