They’d start before the sunrise
While me & mom were still asleep
Fueled up on unleaded 87
And coffee down the street
Wherever the work would take ‘em
That’s where they would go
Never let anyone steer ‘em wrong
They just headed on down the road
Always towin’ a heavy load
They would run til the day was done
Like a cowboy and his horse
All those years grinding the gears
Thеy don’t make ‘em like that no morе
Strong and steady, always ready
To go when you fired ‘em up
Both built American tough
My dad and his truck
They taught me how to get through life
When to gas and when to brake
How to keep it between the lines in the rain
How to handle the give-and-take
With that rust red shortbed pickup
No stranger was ever stuck
My old man couldn’t help but help
Anyone down on their luck
The kind of count on you can trust
They would run til the day was done
Like a cowboy and his horse
All those years grinding the gears
They don’t make ‘em like that no more
Strong and steady, always ready
To go when you fired ‘em up
Both built American tough
My dad and his truck
Yeah, my dad and his truck
Those bench seat conversations
Are the ones I’ve been missin’
What I wouldn’t give to just go back
One more time to sit and listen
They would run til the day was done
Like a cowboy and his horse
All those years grinding the gears
They don’t make ‘em like that no more
Strong and steady, always ready
To go when you fired ‘em up
Both built American tough
The kind of count on you can trust
Yeah, both built American tough
My dad and his truck
Yeah, my dad and his truck
While me & mom were still asleep
Fueled up on unleaded 87
And coffee down the street
Wherever the work would take ‘em
That’s where they would go
Never let anyone steer ‘em wrong
They just headed on down the road
Always towin’ a heavy load
They would run til the day was done
Like a cowboy and his horse
All those years grinding the gears
Thеy don’t make ‘em like that no morе
Strong and steady, always ready
To go when you fired ‘em up
Both built American tough
My dad and his truck
They taught me how to get through life
When to gas and when to brake
How to keep it between the lines in the rain
How to handle the give-and-take
With that rust red shortbed pickup
No stranger was ever stuck
My old man couldn’t help but help
Anyone down on their luck
The kind of count on you can trust
They would run til the day was done
Like a cowboy and his horse
All those years grinding the gears
They don’t make ‘em like that no more
Strong and steady, always ready
To go when you fired ‘em up
Both built American tough
My dad and his truck
Yeah, my dad and his truck
Those bench seat conversations
Are the ones I’ve been missin’
What I wouldn’t give to just go back
One more time to sit and listen
They would run til the day was done
Like a cowboy and his horse
All those years grinding the gears
They don’t make ‘em like that no more
Strong and steady, always ready
To go when you fired ‘em up
Both built American tough
The kind of count on you can trust
Yeah, both built American tough
My dad and his truck
Yeah, my dad and his truck
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