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 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 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