| Must be fifty other blacked out, three-inch lift kit
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| Mud tires, radio crankin' out that old shit
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| On every corner, every street, every two-lane around here
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| But man, come Friday night she don’t want nobody else
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| Pullin' in her driveway, standin' on her front step
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| A girl like that in a town like this, yeah, she could have her pick
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| When she climbs inside, slides up tight
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| Says, «Baby, I ain’t nothin' but yours tonight»
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| I’m like the only wheels rollin', the only party goin'
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| The only neon glowin'
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| Like I’m the only radio playin' her song
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| Only shotgun seat with a backroad window rolled down
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| Yeah, she makes me feel like I’m the only truck in town
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| I know we ain’t the only ones parked in a hay field
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| Watchin' that sun drop down through a windshield
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| They all got beer, and muddy ol' tires
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| But they ain’t got settin' her night on fire
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| When she climbs inside, slides up tight
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| Says, «Baby, I ain’t nothin' but yours tonight»
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| I’m like the only wheels rollin', the only party goin'
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| The only neon glowin'
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| Like I’m the only radio playin' her song
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| Only shotgun seat with a backroad window rolled down
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| Yeah, she makes me feel like I’m the only truck in town
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| Man, it ain’t these 35's that got me ridin' high
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| I feel like the king of this town every time
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| When she climbs inside, slides up tight
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| Says, «Baby, I ain’t nothin' but yours tonight»
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| I’m like the only wheels rollin', the only party goin'
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| The only neon glowin'
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| Like I’m the only radio playin' her song
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| Only shotgun seat with a backroad window rolled down
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| Yeah, she makes me feel like I’m the only truck in town
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| Like I’m the only truck in town |