Lyrics:

We laughed and joked in the cab of his truck
Just my brother and me
The night before he shipped out Overseas
A leather-neck, Jarhead Marine

He said 'the Radiator leaks,
And the timing-belt is worn,
But the Heart and Soul of this old beat up truck,
Is The Dashboard.'

'It's seen alot of tan legs,
Got a kick ass radio
Heard alot of singing along with some country songs, and rock and roll.
Got a .38 bullet hole, courtesy of Kate Tillman's dad,
Alot of scotch tape marks from holding timeless photo graphs.'
He said 'If I don't come back,
You can have this Ford,
Just tape a picture of me, on the Dashboard.'

He said 'The paint is peeling off,
It's got dents in both the doors,
if something happens to me don't hang a for-sale sign above the Dashboard.'

'It's seen alot of tan legs,
Got a kick ass radio
Heard alot of singing along with some country songs, and rock and roll.
Got a .38 bullet hole, courtesy of Kate Tillman's dad,
Alot of scotch tape marks from holding timeless photo graphs.'
He said 'If I don't come back,
You can have this Ford,
Just tape a picture of me, on the Dashboard.'

I Had the Engine overhauled,
A paint-job and brand new chrome
I Had her washed and waxed, sittin' in the drive the day that he came home

I said 'Here's the keys,
She's all yours,
I Fixed everything,