That welcome sign at your county line might have a different name, we're tearing up tobacco fields, you're growing up the grain, we're picking up the same beer from different corner stores, I'm out here riding my roads and you're out there riding yours, but we're all in the same truck, headed down a different two lane, kicking up the same dust, praying for the same rain, closing down the same bars, different wishes on the same stars, getting every mile out of these good years, till the day he calls us up, we're all in the same truck, yeah we're all in the same truck, your angel might have blue eyes, but God made my girls green, and there's different color helmets on our Friday night home teams, yeah we're all gonna get lost and break down a time or two, but we'll get it cranked back up, but no matter what we gotta do, cause we're all in the same truck, headed down a different two lane, kicking up the same dust, praying for the same rain, closing down the same bars, different wishes on the same stars, getting every mile out of these good years, till the day he calls us up, we're all in the same truck, yeah we're all in the same truck, whoa, we're all trying to find our way home, ain't nobody got to ride alone, don't take it fast man, take it slow, cause life's like an old back road, and we're all in the same truck, headed down a different two lane, kicking up the same dust, praying for the same rain, closing down the same bars, different wishes on the same stars, getting every mile out of these good years, till the good Lord calls us up, we're all in the same truck, yeah we're all in the same truck, different names on the way up on signs, you got your wants and I got mine, but we're all in the same truck, whoa, we're all in the same truck you