If it's cleaned up, shined up, peddled down on laneYou can bet he's picking up some pretty country thingIf it's covered up in red mud with a worn out, worn winchThere's a good chance that that man is a pretty damn good friendIf there's horns in the back, there's a gun in the frontIf there's dents on the side, he ain't scared of nothingAnd if a 12-pack's in the passenger seatHe probably worked his ass off all weekYeah, somewhere way out there, ain't any given townThere's a red, white, and blue-collar driving his aroundTurning ads and burning dread and stirring up dust cloudsLike a sign hauling outlaw, yeah, I'm talking about his truckHis dash, the county on his tagHis songs on his radio, his stickers on his glassFour buys or two buys, it's true, you can't judgeA book by its cover, but you can judge a country boy by his truckIf there's a silver crossHanging off his dusty old rear viewIt's safe to say he's found amazing grace a time or twoIf there's numbers on the back, 92 to 2012Bet their story's about his best friend that he can barely tellCause he misses him like hellSomewhere way out there, ain't any given townThere's a red, white, and blue-collar driving his aroundTurning ads and burning dread and stirring up dust cloudsLike a sign hauling outlaw, yeah, I'm talking about his truckHis dash, the county on his tagHis songs on his radio, his stickers on his glassFour buys or two buys, it's true, you can't judgeA book by its cover, but you can judge a country boy by his truckIf there's numbers on the back, 92 to 2012Bet their story's about his best friend that he can barely tellCause he misses him like hellIf there's numbers on the back, 92 to 2012Bet their story's about his best friend that he can barely tellCause he misses him like hellTurning ads and burning dread and stirring up dust cloudsLike a sign hauling outlaw, yeah, I'm talking about his truckSomewhere way out there, ain't any given townThere's a red, white, and blue-collar driving his aroundTurning ads and burning dread and stirring up dust cloudsLike a sign hauling outlaw, yeah, I'm talking about his truckHis dash, the county on his tagHis songs on his radio and the stickers on his glassFour buys or two buys, it's true, you can't judgeA book by its cover, but you can judge a country boy by his truckIf there's no words on that back, it's gonna end the fallIf there's notes on his sideYeah, you can judge a country boy by his truckYou can't judge a book by a stopperBut you can judge a country boy by his truck