Lyrics
Pulled up to the diner, feeling kinda sly,
Saw my old friend Joe with that look in his eye.
I nodded to his truck, that ol' rusty frame,
He laughed out loud and said, 'I'll tell ya, just the same!'
Been workin' hard, savin' every dime,
Scrimpin' and a-scrapin', every single time.
In a rusty old truck stop lot
I said, "Buddy, is it true what I heard about you?
I heard you finally paid off that clunker, is it true?
And yet here you are, with a grin so wide,
Like you bought a shiny new ride"
And he said, "Son, let me tell ya right now
"Well, it's true I paid it off, that old heap of mine
Twenty-five years, boy, what a grind
But now she's all mine, from bumper to tail,
That clunker and I, we've been through hell
With a paint job that's faded, rusted just right,
But we’re free as the wind, every Saturday night,
Runnin' down the highway, radio turned high,
Windows down, yelling 'watch me fly.'
Joe said, 'A new truck? Nah, that ain't for me.
This old rusty beast is my forever key.'
[Chorus]
'We're cruisin' down the road, no more notes to pay,
Twenty-five years, now it's my kinda day.
Every scratch and dent tells a story, oh so fine,
Of late-night runs and hauling that pine.
Hell, one time we outran the sheriff's siren,
In this old truck, that's long been mine.
Joe winked and said, 'Boy, you'll understand,
There ain't no feeling like the one in hand.
[Verse 2]
So I say to Joe, over a slice of that pie,
'What's next, old friend? What's your next high?'
He laughs, shakes his head, says with a grin,
'To be honest, boy, I'm just glad to win.'
Gonna take the missus out for a Sunday drive,
Show her the town in this ol' girl of mine.
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7 июн 2024
