Pickup Man

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 just something women like about a Pickup Man

When I turned 16, I saved a few hundred bucks

My first car was a Pickup Truck

I was cruisin' the town and the first girl I seen

Was Bobbie 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!"

You can set my truck on fire, roll it down a hill

But 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

Most Friday nights, I can be found

In the back of my truck on an old chaise lounge

Backed into my spot at the drive-in show

You know a cargo light gives off a romantic glow

I never have to wait in line at the popcorn stand

There's just something women like about a Pickup Man

You can set my truck on fire, roll it down a hill

But 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

A bucket of rust, or a brand-new machine

Once around the block and you'll know what I mean

You can set my truck on fire, roll it down a hill

But 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

You know there's something women like about a Pickup Man