Come on I bought it at the auction in nineteen ninety-five Drove it back and forth to work, two hundred thousand miles And when I turned sixteen, he handed me the keys Thought I was superman, shifter in my hand, running wild and free If this truck could talk, it would tell you all the things I made it do If this truck could talk, it would rant about the hell it's been through Spinning tires on a back road, stuck in the mud I put it into It'd tell me to walk, mhmm, if this truck could talk And me and Carrie Jean drove the wheels off that truck She was summertime fine, playing strawberry wine with the speakers turned up And you know when a girl's in the passengers seat, this ol' boys gonna show off So I'd hammer on the gas, go real fast and we'd drive till we got lost If this truck could talk, it would tell you all the things I made it do If this truck could talk, it would rant about the hell that it's been through Spinning tires on a back road, stuck in the mud I put it into It'd tell me to walk, mhmm, if this truck could talk It's part of who I am, it's in my blood, oh Baptized in that Indiana mud If this truck could talk, it would tell you all the things I made it do If this truck could talk, ha oh hell, all the hell that it's been through Spinning tires on a back road, stuck in the mud I put it into It'd tell me to walk, oh, yeah, if this truck could talk If this truck could talk, mhmm