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In God And Trucks We Trust

 

In God And Trucks We Trust


We're the boys shooting pool in a barroom
And passing that plate down a church pew
We're a handshake class, give the shirt off our back
And keep a cross hanging off of that rearview

We believe in a good running tractor
Put our money on stock in a pasture
Put some pay dirt change down on a ring
And get her daddy's okay 'fore we ask her

We're behind that wheel of that American steel
We sweat and work in that fertile dirt in them old farm fields
We'll be rolling high, sitting side by side
With pretty girls in jeans, hair in the breeze, hanging on tight
We'll be riding on a prayer on a back road cloud of dust
In God and trucks we trust

The dang fish don't bite the way we want
And that T.V. weatherman can be wrong
But when we hit our knees or hit that key
We got a sure fire thing we can count on

From behind that wheel of that American steel
We sweat and work in that fertile dirt in them old farm fields
We'll be rolling high, sitting side by side
With pretty girls in jeans, hair in the breeze, hanging on tight
We'll be riding on a prayer on a back road cloud of dust
In God and trucks we trust
In God and trucks we trust

We swallow hard and stand with our heart in our hand
For that old red, white and blue
Yeah, you're damn right we do

We're behind that wheel of that American steel
Sweating and working in grime and dirt in them old farm fields
Rolling high, sitting side by side
Pretty girls in jeans, hair in the breeze, just a hanging on tight
We'll be riding on a prayer on back road cloud of dust
In God and trucks we trust
In God and trucks we trust

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