[ Featuring Joe Diffie, Post Malone ]
Well, I got my first truck when I was three
Drove a hundred thousand miles on my knees
Hauled marbles and rocks and thought twice before
I hauled a Barbie doll bed for the girl next door
She tried to pay me with a kiss and I began to understand
There's something women like about a pickup man
When I turned sixteen, I saved a few hundred bucks
My first car was a pickup truck
I was cruising the town and the first girl I seen
Was Bobbie Jo Gentry, the homecoming queen
She flagged me down and climbed up in the cab
And said, "I never knew you were a pickup man"
You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill
And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe De Ville
I got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made
You know, if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates
I met all my wives in traffic jams
There's just something women like about a pickup man
Most Friday nights I can be found
In the bed of my truck on an old chaise lounge
Backed into my spot at the drive-in show
You know a cargo light gives off a romantic glow
I never have to wait in line at the popcorn stand
'Cause there's something women like about a pickup man
You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill
And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe De Ville
I got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made
(You know, if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates)
I met all my wives in traffic jams
There's just something women like about a pickup man
(A bucket of rust or a brand new machine)
But once around the block and you'll know what I mean
You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill
And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe De Ville
I got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made
(You know, if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates)
I met all my wives in traffic jams
There's just something women like about a pickup man
There's something women like about a pickup man
I'll drive that pickup now, boy
That's about it
