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It's one of the top colors Detroit ever made
It's about time I believe 'em
'Cause I can't seem to outrun them things
My heart is where you left it
So baby, I gotta know
I wonder if you think the same as me
When you see them Silverados
Do them four Goodyears on a square-body frame
Still hold their weight in tread?
When you see one cutting up a back road
Do they still turn your head?
Do you still feel the heat of that bed liner
From that first sweet summertime kiss?
Do trucks like that still hold their value?
Would you still trade it in
Back when you held my hand on the console
Of that silver Silverado, oh
Just like you did me, baby
I had to get rid of that thing
It was blue-collar luck
That old man took, took back that pawn shop ring
I wish memories worked like that
Where you could sell 'em and they'd be gone
'Cause when I see them ol' bowties
Them memories are still tied on
To them four Goodyears on a square-body frame
Still hold their weight in tread
When you see one cutting up a back road
Do they still turn your head?
Do you still feel the heat of that bed liner
From that first sweet summertime kiss?
Do trucks like that still hold their value?
Would you still trade it in
Back when you held my hand on the console
Of that silver Silverado
Yeah, them good ol' boys fight over brands
But to them they're just motors
But it ain't 'cause I'm a Ford man
That my Chevy days are over
It's 'cause them four Goodyears on a square-body frame
Still hold their weight in tread
When I see one cutting up a back road
Yeah, they still turn my head
Yeah, I still feel the heat of that bed liner
From that first sweet summertime kiss
Yeah, it still held its value
That's why I traded it in