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 something women like about a pickup man

When I turned sixteen, I saved a few hundred bucks

My first car was a pickup truck

I was cruising 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 and roll it down a hill

And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe De Ville

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 bed 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

'Cause there's something women like about a pickup man

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

And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe De Ville

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)

But once around the block and you'll know what I mean

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

And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe De Ville

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

There's something women like about a pickup man

I'll drive that pickup now, boy

That's about it