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    Latest ENGLISH Song TRUCK sung by HARDY.This song Music given by HARDY. TRUCK lyrics Written by HARDY.
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    HARDY - TRUCK lyrics
    Song
    TRUCK
    Singer(s) 
    HARDY
    Album/ Movie
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    Music /
    Composer
    HARDY
    Lyrics
    HARDY
    Label
    HARDY
    Release Date
    August 28, 2020

    HARDY – TRUCK lyrics


    If it’s cleaned up, shined up, pedal down on main
    You can bet he’s pickin’ up some pretty country thing
    If it’s covered up in red mud with a worn-out WARN winch
    There’s a good chance that that man is a pretty damn good friend

    If there’s horns in the back there’s a gun in the front
    If there’s dents on the side he ain’t scared of nothin’
    And if a twelve pack’s in the passenger seat
    Well, he probably worked his ass off all week

    Yeah, somewhere way out there in any given town
    There’s a red, white, and blue collared drivin’ his around
    Turnin’ heads and burnin’ tread and stirrin’ up dust clouds
    Like a shine-haulin’ outlaw, yeah, I’m talkin’ ’bout
    His truck, his dash, the county on his tag
    The songs on his radio, the stickers on his glass
    From four-bys to two-bys, it’s true you can’t judge
    A book by it’s cover, but you can judge a country boy by his truck

    If there’s a silver cross hangin’ off his dusty old rearview
    It’s safe to say he’s found amazin’ grace a time or two
    If there’s numbers on the back, ’92 to 2012
    Bet there’s stories ’bout his best friend that he can barely tell
    ‘Cause he misses him like hell

    Somewhere way out there in any given town
    There’s a red, white, and blue collared drivin’ his around
    Turnin’ heads and burnin’ tread and stirrin’ up dust clouds
    Like a shine-haulin’ outlaw, yeah, I’m talkin’ ’bout
    His truck, his dash, the county on his tag
    The songs on his radio, the stickers on his glass
    From four-bys to two-bys, it’s true you can’t judge
    A book by it’s cover, but you can judge a country boy by his truck

    If there’s horns in the back there’s a gun in the front
    If there’s dents on the side he ain’t scared of nothin’
    And if a twelve pack’s in the passenger seat
    Yeah, well, he probably worked his ass off all week

    Yeah, somewhere way out there in any given town
    There’s a red, white, and blue collared drivin’ his around
    Turnin’ heads and burnin’ tread and stirrin’ up dust clouds
    Like a shine-haulin’ outlaw, yeah, I’m talkin’ ’bout
    His truck, his dash, the county on his tag
    The songs on his radio, the stickers on his glass
    From four-bys to two-bys, it’s true you can’t judge
    A book by it’s cover, but you can judge a country boy by his truck

    (If there’s horns in the back there’s a gun in the front
    If there’s dents on the side)
    Yeah, you can judge a country boy by his truck
    (If there’s horns in the back, there’s a gun in the front) you can’t judge
    (If there’s dents on the side)
    A book by it’s cover, but you can judge a country boy by his truck
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