She's nothing much to look at,
She ain't no fancy ride
She's just an old used pickup truck
But she's my joy and pride.

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Don't dare call her a clunker, she's more than what you see
If you call her a junker, you'll have to deal with me.

Sure she's a little rusty, her paint has lost its shine,
But for three generations, she's done the job just fine.

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My grandpa bought her off the lot, way back in '63,
Then gave her to my father, who passed her on to me.

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She took my grandpa courting and to his wedding day,
And this old truck was parked outside the day he passed away.

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See that scratch along her side, my daddy put it there
The day that he first kissed my mom down at the county fair

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Don't want no fancy sports car, no clunky mini-van
Give me a truck with history, passed down from man to man.

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Through loving hands the truck has come from Grandpa down to me,
And some day soon when he's a man, I'll give my son the key.

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