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 cruisin' the town and the first girl I seen was Bobby 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 to hell And I still wouldn't trade it for a goofy vill 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 and traffic jams There's just something women like about a pickup man Oh, so Friday nights I can be found In the bed of my truck on an old chaise lounge Backed into my spot at the driving 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 to hell And I still wouldn't trade it for a goofy vill 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 and traffic jams There's just something women like about a pickup man Oh, stand up son A bucket of rust or a brand new machine One's around the block and you'll know what I mean You can set my truck on fire and roll it down to hell And I still wouldn't trade it for a goofy vill 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 and traffic jams There's just something women like about a pickup man Yeah, there's something women like about a pickup man Oh, grab that pickup son That's about it Thank you for watching