Whose Truck Is That? Lyrics

Man I was minding my own
Heading south on '79
Panama City bound
Cross the bay county line
Spring break kicks off tonight
It's just me and my boys looking for a good time
At the home of sunshine and dark tan lines
Pretty women and four wheel drives
Cruising down the strip for miles and miles
And when they step out it's nothing but some boots and thighs

She likes mud on the paint but it shines so clean
She got straight to the motor and it sounds so mean
Thirty five high heels she's the mud digging queen
Got 'em saying "Whose truck is that?"
[x2]

Now she was raised way back
Way back in the sticks
Country cornbread fed
Yeah we like 'em thick
She gotta have a southern drawl
There just some sexy about a country girl hollering "Yee-haw"
If you know what I mean
Wonder how she fit all that in them jeans
I'm trying to tell you it's a beautiful thing
The way she bends it over got them busting out of the seems She likes mud on the paint but it shines so clean
She got straight to the motor and it sounds so mean
Thirty five high heels she's the mud digging queen
Got 'em saying "Whose truck is that?"
[x2]

She had them long legs
Like straight pipes
Blind you with her head lights
Couple shots she always get you home on those late nights
Six foot bed never gotta be made
When she's all revved up
She can do it for days
She gets dirty like it's for low
But rides so clean
I put some miles under her belt
When I fill her with that diesel
When I fill her with the diesel
When I fill her with the diesel

She likes mud on the paint but it shines so clean
She got straight to the motor and it sounds so mean
Thirty five high heels she's the mud digging queen
Got 'em saying "Whose truck is that?"
[x2]

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