I Don't Drive A Truck

Where I come from all the roads are flat

No 4-wheel drive in my Pontiac

Didn't have corn fields, no red clay

Just a bunch of oranges, sand and waves

I never owned a cowboy hat, or had a Realtree jacket on

But my resume's a country mile long

'Cause I'm about Waylon Jennings on a Friday night

Circled 'round under moonlight

With the bonfire blaze and the bourbon lighting us up

I'm about sir and ma'am after yes and no

Driving fast down long dirt roads

Cold beer chillin' in a solo cup... but

I don't drive a truck

Well I've never hunted, but I've caught some Specks

Out on the St. John's River with some real rednecks

I drink my sweet tea out of Mason jars

Got a couple cars that won't start parked in my front yard

You might say it's not the South but boy I'm telling you

My Chuck's get just as muddy as your boots

'Cause I'm about Waylon Jennings on a Friday night

Circled 'round under moonlight

With the bonfire blaze and the bourbon lighting us up

I'm about sir and ma'am after yes and no

Driving fast down long dirt roads

Cold beer chillin' in a solo cup... but

I don't drive a truck

I'm still about Waylon Jennings on a Friday night

Circled 'round under moonlight

With the bonfire blaze and the bourbon lighting us up

I'm about sir and ma'am after yes and no

Driving fast down long dirt roads

Cold beer chillin' in a solo cup... but

I don't drive a truck

Don't drive a truck

I never owned a truck

I don't drive a truck