Lyrics:

Well I got my first truck, when I was three
Drove a hundred thousand miles on my knees
Hauled marbles and rocks, and thought twice before
I hauled a Barbie Doll bed for the girl next door
she tried to pay me with a kiss I began to understand
There's just something women like about a pick up man

When I turned sixteen, I saved a few hundred bucks
My first car was a pick up truck
Started cruisin' the town and the first girl I seen
Was Bobbie Jo Gentry, the homecoming queen
She flagged me down and climbed up in the cab
And said, I never knew you were a pick up man

You can set my truck on fire, roll it down a hill
But I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
I've got an eight foot bed that never has to be made
You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates
I met all my wives in traffic jams
You know there's something women like about a pick up man

Most Friday nights, I can be found
In the bed of my truck,
on an old chaise lounge.
Backed into my spot at the drive-in show
You know a cargo light gives off a romantic glow
I never have to wait in line at the popcorn stand
There's just something women like
about a pick up man

You can set my truck on fire, roll it down a hill
But I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
I've got an eight foot bed that never has to be made
You know if it weren't for trucks
we wouldn't have tailgates
I met all my wives in traffic jams
You know there's something women like
about a pick up man

A bucket of rust,
or a brand new machine
Once around the block
and you'll know what I mean

You can set my truck on fire, roll it down a hill
But I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
I've got an eight foot bed that never has to be made
You know if it weren't for trucks
we wouldn't have tailgates
I met all my wives in traffic jams
You know there's something women like
about a pick up man