Rust and Roadside Memories
(hummmm) There's a seventy-two
parked in the shade
Faded paint and a body hand-made
She takes her time
when the morning is cold
A little bit of rust,
but worth more than gold
Old trucks
and simple ways
Keep us steady through
the passing days
A dirt road
underneath the tires
And the comfort of these
old desires
We went to town
on a Saturday night
Tailgate down
in the sweet twilight
Just watching the stars
as they start to show
With nowhere in this world
we had to go
Old trucks
and simple ways
Keep us steady through the passing days
A dirt road
underneath the tires
And the comfort of these
old desires
Just an old truck...
And a good life. (ahhhh)