If it's cleaned up, shined up, peddled down on lane
You can bet he's picking up some pretty country thing
If it's covered up in red mud with a worn out, worn winch
There's a good chance that that man is a pretty damn good friend
If there's horns in the back, there's a gun in the front
If there's dents on the side, he ain't scared of nothing
And if a 12-pack's in the passenger seat
He probably worked his ass off all week
Yeah, somewhere way out there, ain't any given town
There's a red, white, and blue-collar driving his around
Turning ads and burning dread and stirring up dust clouds
Like a sign hauling outlaw, yeah, I'm talking about his truck
His dash, the county on his tag
His songs on his radio, his stickers on his glass
Four buys or two buys, it's true, you can't judge
A book by its cover, but you can judge a country boy by his truck
If there's a silver cross
Hanging off his dusty old rear view
It's safe to say he's found amazing grace a time or two
If there's numbers on the back, 92 to 2012
Bet their story's about his best friend that he can barely tell
Cause he misses him like hell
Somewhere way out there, ain't any given town
There's a red, white, and blue-collar driving his around
Turning ads and burning dread and stirring up dust clouds
Like a sign hauling outlaw, yeah, I'm talking about his truck
His dash, the county on his tag
His songs on his radio, his stickers on his glass
Four buys or two buys, it's true, you can't judge
A book by its cover, but you can judge a country boy by his truck
If there's numbers on the back, 92 to 2012
Bet their story's about his best friend that he can barely tell
Cause he misses him like hell
If there's numbers on the back, 92 to 2012
Bet their story's about his best friend that he can barely tell
Cause he misses him like hell
Turning ads and burning dread and stirring up dust clouds
Like a sign hauling outlaw, yeah, I'm talking about his truck
Somewhere way out there, ain't any given town
There's a red, white, and blue-collar driving his around
Turning ads and burning dread and stirring up dust clouds
Like a sign hauling outlaw, yeah, I'm talking about his truck
His dash, the county on his tag
His songs on his radio and the stickers on his glass
Four buys or two buys, it's true, you can't judge
A book by its cover, but you can judge a country boy by his truck
If there's no words on that back, it's gonna end the fall
If there's notes on his side
Yeah, you can judge a country boy by his truck
You can't judge a book by a stopper
But you can judge a country boy by his truck