The Truck By Steve Lucas A friend drove by in a brand new rig, I'll tell ya' boys, that truck was big A stretched out diesel dually 4X4. It had more chrome than a limousine And the biggest gooseneck I've ever seen Why he could haul his whole herd and a couple more. It had captains chairs that would tilt six ways And lots of little fold out trays For holding smokes and drinks, and spare change too. It had more dials than a DC-8, And the leather interior was sure first rate And the plush pile carpet on the floor was baby blue. Now, I'm not envious, but I must confess, That my old pickup's sure a mess And I'd like to drive something that still has floor boards. But with a hundred cows in this economy, And even used pickups sure aren't free Don't guess you'll see me in a brand new Ford. I got to thinkin' 'bout this friend of mine And I'm happy for him, his new truck's fine But I think it might be just a bit absurd. That a feller can ride around all day Doctorin' calves and haulin' hay In a truck that's worth more than his whole herd.
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