Big Trucks, Little Talk

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SPOKEN INTRO Girls, I don’t care what his profile says— If I can’t hear that truck before he pulls in, We probably ain’t gonna work out. VERSE 1 He came rolling up in a compact car, Skinny little tires, didn’t get very far. Said, “Hop on in, girl, we’ll cruise downtown,” I said, “Where’s the rest of it? Did you leave it at the house?” He had little bitty jeans on little bitty thighs, Little bitty truck with some factory tires. He said, “It gets forty miles to the gallon,” I said, “Bless your heart—but that ain’t my stallion.” CHORUS I like big trucks and I cannot lie, Sitting six feet up, looking ten feet high. Big black tires and a tailgate down, Little bitty trucks better get outta town. Give me mud on the doors, give me chrome on the stacks, A toolbox shining and a dog in the back. If it can’t pull a trailer or climb a hillside, Cowboy, take that little bitty truck and move aside. VERSE 2 I want a man with some working-man hands, Who can back a gooseneck onto five acres of land. He don’t need a sports car, don’t need no Corvette, Just a four-wheel drive that ain’t been stuck yet. I like a diesel rumble shaking up the ground, Make the whole front porch know he’s coming around. Mama says, “Honey, that thing’s too loud,” I say, “Turn it up, Daddy—I’m country proud!” CHORUS I like big trucks and I cannot lie, Sitting six feet up, looking ten feet high. Big black tires and a tailgate down, Little bitty trucks better get outta town. Give me mud on the doors, give me chrome on the stacks, A toolbox shining and a dog in the back. If it can’t pull a trailer or climb a hillside, Cowboy, take that little bitty truck and move aside. BRIDGE Now size ain’t everything—that’s what they claim, But try pulling my horse with a four-cylinder frame. You can keep your little horn going “beep, beep, beep,” I want one that growls when it rolls down the street! BREAKDOWN Big tires—yes, ma’am! Four-wheel drive—yes, ma’am! Trailer hitch—yes, ma’am! Can he back it up? Well, if he needs three tries— We might have to talk. FINAL CHORUS I like big trucks and I cannot lie, With a cowboy driving and me riding shotgun side. Big black tires, let the tailgate down, We’ll light up Friday night on the edge of town. Give me mud on the doors and a big V8, If you’re picking me up, better bring some weight. If your truck needs a step stool, honey, that’s all right— But if I can step over it, keep on driving tonight! TAG Little bitty thighs and a little bitty ride? Bless your little heart— Now get outta my way!