I drive an American truck,
And it doesn't get stuck when it's snowing out
In the sticks and stones, where I break my bones, I could build my home
Where I've built my house.
And I'll tell you that the weather is strange
As we're watching it change from the seat of my couch.
And I'll believe in American ghosts as I'm sucking my spirits
Back into my mouth.
I drive an American truck,
And she loves to suck down all my gas.
And when I put my foot to the floor, oh, she'll make more noise
But won't move much faster.
And oh my god is an American god
So I'll believe in god before I be god damned,
But don't break my heart or I'll quit my job and I'll lose my soul
And find who I am singing...
Come better fill 'er up son.
You better not wreck that engine.
You know it's gonna be a hot one.
You gotta get to that set sun
Come better fill 'er up son.
You better not wreck that engine.
You know it's gonna be a hot one.
When I drive an American Truck around
Wheels will come to manifest everywhere I've been
Oh I won't know when I'm gonna lose my mind
And then I'll move out west singing...
credits
from Fell Down Pretty,
track released April 25, 2010
Written by Theodore Appert. Music by Rusty Borealis.
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