My buddies ask me to drive
I lie and tell 'em that it ain't runnin' right
So it sits right there
Gets me to work and back fine
Aw, but when it comes to a Saturday night
It ain't goin' nowhere
It ain't outta gas, it ain't in the shop
It ain't got a thing wrong with it, it's just what it ain't got
Those speakers ain't made a sound since she ain't cranked 'em up
Without her hair blowin' 'round, the windows stay rolled up
It's like I drove it off the showroom floor
Only trouble with this truck is she ain't in it no more
Nah, she ain't
Yeah, it's got four-wheel drive
But now there ain't no hill that I need to climb
To look out at the stars
And all them old backroads
It's hard to handle with a shotgun ghost
Sayin', "Baby, let's park"
Can't ride around, I can't hold her hand
That Chevy ain't breakin' down, but I sure as hell I am
Those speakers ain't made a sound since she ain't cranked 'em up
Without her hair blowin' 'round, the windows stay rolled up
It's like I drove it off the showroom floor
Only trouble with this truck is she ain't in it no more
Nah, she ain't
Can't look over, see her smile
Since she's been gone, bet it ain't been a hundred miles
Those speakers ain't made a sound since she ain't cranked 'em up
Without her hair blowin' 'round, the windows stay rolled up
It's like I drove it off the showroom floor
Only trouble with this truck is she ain't in it no more
Those speakers ain't made a sound since she ain't cranked 'em up
Without her hair blowin' 'round, the windows stay rolled up
It's like I drove it off the showroom floor
Only trouble with this truck is she ain't in it no more
Nah, she ain't
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