If This Truck Could Talk – Sean Stemaly

Come on!

I bought it at the auction in 1995
Drove it back and forth to work, 200,000 miles
And when I turned 16, he handed me the keys
Thought I was superman, shifter in my hand, running wild and free

If this truck could talk, it would tell you all the thing’s I made it do
If this truck could talk, it would rant about the hell it’s been through
Spinning tires on a backroad, stuck in the mud I put it into
It’d tell me to walk, mhmm, if this truck could talk

Me and [?] Jean, drove the wheels off that truck
She was summertime fine, playing “strawberry wine” with the speakers turned up
And you know when a girl’s in the passengers seat, this ol’ boys gonna show off
So I’d hammer on the gas, go real fast and we’d drive till we got lost

If this truck could talk, it would tell you all the thing’s I made it do
If this truck could talk, it would rant about the hell that it’s been through
Spinning tires on a backroad, stuck in the mud I put it into
It’d tell me to walk, mhmm, if this truck could talk

It’s part of who I am, it’s in my blood, oh
Baptized in that Indiana mud

If this truck could talk, it would tell you all the thing’s I made it do
If this truck could talk, ha oh hell, all the hell that it’s been through
Spinning tires on a backroad, stuck in the mud I put it into
It’d tell me to walk, oh yeah, if this truck could talk
If this truck could talk, mhmm