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 just something women like about a Pickup Man
 When I turned 16, I saved a few hundred bucks
 My first car was a Pickup Truck
 I was cruisin' 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, roll it down a hill
 But I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
 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
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 Most Friday nights, I can be found
 In the back 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
 There's just something women like about a Pickup Man
 You can set my truck on fire, roll it down a hill
 But I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
 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
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 A bucket of rust, or a brand-new machine
 Once around the block and you'll know what I mean
 You can set my truck on fire, roll it down a hill
 But I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
 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
 You know there's something women like about a Pickup Man