Rustin' My Ford F150

I had a rusty

F150, dented up and red

Loaded down with trowels and concrete mix in the bed

And I would rip it down the county lines,

pushing one-two-zero fast

Yeah we flew across those back roads,

burning up the gas (oh yeah,

we flew)

Drive it hard to the ranch,

drive it right back home Just a junk piece of metal,

but she used to roam Then that F150 died,

left me sitting in the yard Now I'm loading up the backup,

and we're working twice as hard

So I had to grab the gas truck,

that old piece of junk cake

Threw the heavy

iron in,

for my own living's sake

Driving that one-three-one-four-five F150 down the line Over highways and the back

roads, just trying to make it on time (trying to make it

on time)

Drive it hard to the ranch,

drive it right back home Just a junk piece of metal,

but she used to roam Then that

F150 died, left me sitting in the yard Now I'm loading up

the backup, and we're working twice as hard

Yeah, those concrete tools keep rolling on In a

different truck, but the same old song

(bye

bye,

old Ford)