Lyrics

Red clay mud caked up on the door Twelve gauge buckshot rollin' in the floorboard Turkey feather flappin' up in the visor Every Friday night she's a dirt road rider You can tell a man by his truck F one fifty painted on the fender Gun rack rattling in the window You can tell a man by his truck It's got scratches and dents, just like him Come hell or high water gonna keep on rolling You can tell a man by his truck, yes uh Backwoods baby sittin' in the front She likes the way it rumbles and rides a little rough Hah, yeah she does Tearin' up a corn field, bustin' through a rut My baby's screamin', "faster," she can't get enough You can tell a man by his truck F one fifty painted on the fender Gun rack rattling in the window You can tell a man by his truck It's got scratches and dents, just like him Come hell or high water gonna keep on rolling You can tell a man by his truck, yes uh Plays horse, ball caps, sliding cross the dance floor Boot check in the back, parking up a storm You can tell a man by his truck F one fifty painted on the fender Gun rack rattling in the window You can tell a man by his truck It's got scratches and dents, just like him Come hell or high water gonna keep on rolling You can tell a man by his truck Oh man, you can tell a man by his truck