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Lyle Lovett, The Truck Song Lyrics
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Turn down that highway.
Turn up that dirt road.
Well, It's over three days
Since I left Houston.
Ol' Black's my truck's name.
She's held together
By BF Good tires
And bailing wire.
Well, I went to high school
And I was not popular.
Now I am older
And it don't matter
Ol' Black's my truck's name
She's held together.
I've slept inside her
When I was tired.
I've been to Paris,
And I don't mean Texas.
Well, I met Wim Wenders
One time in London
Ol' Black's my truck's name.
She's held together
Right lane's the right one –
We’re not in England.
My baby calls me.
She says she loves me
And when I see her,
Then I believe her.
Ol' Black's my truck's name.
Naw, she don't say much.
We leave together
And lay some rubber
On down that highway,
Turn up that dirt road.
It's over three days
Since I left Houston.
Ol' Black's my truck's name.
She's held together
By BF Good tires
And bailing wire.
Turn down that highway,
Turn up that dirt road.
It's over three days
Since I left my home.
Ole Black's my truck's name.
She's held together
By BF Good tires
And bailing wire.
By BF Good tires
And bailing wire...
[Thanks to Katherine for lyrics]
[Thanks to S. Kendall Harris for corrections]
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