Twin Turbo Triumph

I used to haul my concrete tools in that F150 frame

Pushing past one-twenty on the back roads in the rain

Thought she was a runner till the engine went to smoke

Just a little cake truck,

nothing but a joke (coughing)

That junk piece of dirt

broke down on the hill

Had to pack up my tools,

had a hard seat to fill But now my three-fifty six-point-oh diesel

is alive

Twin-turbo monster keeping me on the drive (oh yeah!)

She died on the highway,

left me stranded in the dust That little one-fifty was a bucket

full of rust

Now the twin-turbo whistle is my favorite sound

Three-fifty diesel tearing up this ground

That junk piece of dirt

broke down on the hill

Had to pack up my tools,

had a hard seat to fill But now my three-fifty six-point-oh diesel

is alive

Twin-turbo monster keeping me on the drive (sing it now)

No more cake trucks on these back roads Just that twin turbo

screaming through the pine trees Yeah,

she's better than that piece of dirt (laughter)