My Old Truck

My Old Truck

She's not very pretty,
she's my old Chevy truck.
Bought her in sixty nine
I was down on my luck.

She's my getaway wagon
when I needed to duck
shotgun pellets flyin
I took a couple bucks.

Bounced from job to job,
felt like a hockey puck.
I was goin nowhere fast,
caught in the mire and muck.

Here I sit in this cell,
guess I got myself stuck.
Dreamin bout freer days
in my old pickup truck.

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