Was Bobbie Jo Gentry, the homecoming queen
My first car was a Pickup Truck
Most Friday nights I can be found
And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
In the bed of my truck on an old chaise lounge
She tried to pay me with a kiss I began to understand
I never have to wait in line at the popcorn stand
You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates
I met all my wives in traffic jams
I hauled a Barbie Doll bed for the girl next door
You can set my truck on fire, and roll it down a hill
There's just something women like about a Pickup Man
There's just something women like about a Pickup Man
You can set my truck on fire, and roll it down a hill
There's just something women like about a Pickup Man
I was cruisin' the town and the first girl I seen
I met all my wives in traffic jams
I met all my wives in traffic jams
Once around the block and you'll know what I mean
A bucket of rust, or a brand new machine
You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates
When I turned sixteen, I saved a few hundred bucks
I've got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made
You can set my truck on fire, and roll it down a hill
Backed into my spot at the drive-in show
And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
I've got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made
There's just something women like about a Pickup Man
I've got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made
She flagged me down and climbed up in the cab, and said
'Cause there's something women like about a Pickup Man
You know a cargo light gives off a romantic glow
Hauled marbles and rocks, and thought twice before
"I never knew you were a Pickup Man!"
And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates
