Glen Allen - Pickup Truck
My girl has a closet full
Of fancy clothes but
She loves the feel of North Santee
Mud in her toes
When her mother’s back is turned
That pretty hair comes undone
Fancy dresses hit the floor
T-shirt short jeans coming on
In pick up truck both windows rolled down
And the music turned way up loud
My girl rolls down the gravel road
In a thundering cloud
She looks so sweet at Sunday service
But when that church lets out
Lawd! Have mercy
The dog’s ears flyin’ and dust a risin’
From them offset 35 tires
MY GIRL!
She’s
In pick up truck both windows rolled down
And the music turned way up loud
My girl rolls down the gravel road
In a thundering cloud
My girl rolls down the gravel road
Oh In a thundering cloud
Written by:
GLEN SMITH
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