This Old Truck

Dad bought her off a farmer back in ninety-one
Three hundred thousand miles and she still ain't done
She ain't all that pretty covered in dirt and rust
But she fires up every mornin', in that I trust

Everybody trades 'em in the second they get old
But she's family with a tailgate, and family don't get sold
She's my girl's to keep when my clock runs out
And she'll learn what this old truck's all about

Check-engine light's been on since two thousand five
Burns a quart of oil a week, but she's still alive
The door don't lock and the seat's held on with twine
But she turns right over and she runs just fine

Everybody trades 'em in the second they get old
But she's family with a tailgate, and family don't get sold
She's my girl's to keep when my clock runs out
And she'll learn what this old truck's all about

She's an old truck, a good truck, she's been through it all
Dad taught me to drive the backroads before I was tall
Now my girl takes the wheel, just like her old man
And she'll show hers in the field where she began

Everybody trades 'em in the second they get old
But she's family with a tailgate, and family don't get sold
She's my girl's to keep when my clock runs out
And she'll learn what this old truck's all about