Why would any teenage boy cut grass?
Sweat all summer, savin' cash
Dream about turnin' heads downtown
With straight pipes on a hand-me-down
And how would anybody's daddy get around?
To mend the fences and feed the cows
Where the hell would a small town girl climb up?
If it wasn't for trucks
And where would I have raised all that hell?
And talked to God all by myself
How would I have got to Tennessee?
Without a bucket seat?
Where was I supposed to cry that July day granddaddy died?
Or haul that deer, drink that beer
Fell in and out of love
If it wasn't for trucks
Where would I've first heard Merle?
Got the nerve to kiss a green eyed girl?
Where would old dogs ride?
And where would life fly by?
And Where would I have raised all that hell?
And talked to God all by myself
How would I have got to Tennessee?
Without a bucket seat?
Where was I supposed to cry that July day granddaddy died?
Or haul that deer, drink that beer
Fell in and out of love
If it wasn't for trucks
Yeah, if it wasn't for trucks
I wouldn't be who I am today
If it wasn't for a short bed Chevrolet
Where would I have raised all that hell?
And talked to God all by myself
How would I have got to Tennessee?
And where would I be?
Where was I supposed to cry that July day granddaddy died?
Or haul that deer, drink that beer
Fell in and out of love
If it wasn't for trucks
Yeah, if it wasn't for trucks
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Why would any teenage boy cut grass?
Sweat all summer, savin' cash
Dream about turnin' heads downtown
With straight pipes on a hand-me-down
And how would anybody's daddy get around?
To mend the fences and feed the cows
Where the hell would a small town girl climb up?
If it wasn't for trucks
And where would I have raised all that hell?
And talked to God all by myself
How would I have got to Tennessee?
Without a bucket seat?
Where was I supposed to cry that July day granddaddy died?
Or haul that deer, drink that beer
Fell in and out of love
If it wasn't for trucks
Where would I've first heard Merle?
Got the nerve to kiss a green eyed girl?
Where would old dogs ride?
And where would life fly by?
And Where would I have raised all that hell?
And talked to God all by myself
How would I have got to Tennessee?
Without a bucket seat?
Where was I supposed to cry that July day granddaddy died?
Or haul that deer, drink that beer
Fell in and out of love
If it wasn't for trucks
Yeah, if it wasn't for trucks
I wouldn't be who I am today
If it wasn't for a short bed Chevrolet
Where would I have raised all that hell?
And talked to God all by myself
How would I have got to Tennessee?
And where would I be?
Where was I supposed to cry that July day granddaddy died?
Or haul that deer, drink that beer
Fell in and out of love
If it wasn't for trucks
Yeah, if it wasn't for trucks
Sweat all summer, savin' cash
Dream about turnin' heads downtown
With straight pipes on a hand-me-down
And how would anybody's daddy get around?
To mend the fences and feed the cows
Where the hell would a small town girl climb up?
If it wasn't for trucks
And where would I have raised all that hell?
And talked to God all by myself
How would I have got to Tennessee?
Without a bucket seat?
Where was I supposed to cry that July day granddaddy died?
Or haul that deer, drink that beer
Fell in and out of love
If it wasn't for trucks
Where would I've first heard Merle?
Got the nerve to kiss a green eyed girl?
Where would old dogs ride?
And where would life fly by?
And Where would I have raised all that hell?
And talked to God all by myself
How would I have got to Tennessee?
Without a bucket seat?
Where was I supposed to cry that July day granddaddy died?
Or haul that deer, drink that beer
Fell in and out of love
If it wasn't for trucks
Yeah, if it wasn't for trucks
I wouldn't be who I am today
If it wasn't for a short bed Chevrolet
Where would I have raised all that hell?
And talked to God all by myself
How would I have got to Tennessee?
And where would I be?
Where was I supposed to cry that July day granddaddy died?
Or haul that deer, drink that beer
Fell in and out of love
If it wasn't for trucks
Yeah, if it wasn't for trucks
Writer: ERIK DYLAN ANDERSON, RANDY MONTANA, RILEY GREEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.