The Ballad of Joe Buck

My name is Joe but I'm driving this truck I've got my dog by my side, you know that's enough I'm a lover, I'm a sharer, I always stay classy I've got a three sixty eight and on a two-fifty traffic On the hunt, a magnetic strip I get back from the grave, cross-country trip I rock an 89 roadtrack versatile Got a tombstone happening every mile Taking my home from door to door Looking down the barrel of a '44 Huh, what's that? Retired to a palace in the California hill But the bank took my dream and they did kill So, the Wal Mart parking lot is where I stay Gonna grab a quick douche at the Fly NJ Are no Detroit acetate Got a solar powered coffee full of hate Yeah Come on 1967 Yeah