Daddys Truck

E B A B E B I drive a beat up truck that my daddy drove C#m A He bought new in 64,then he, E B A Married my momma down by the lake E B Drivin' it I can still feel C#m A That mans hands up on the wheel E B A It only seems like yesterday F#m G# We'd go ridin' round A B Drove that whole damn town E B A B To Mr. Johnson's land, boy I tell ya man, E B A B He raised one hell of a girl E B A B And down to the old man's store, he don't own no more F#m G# A B I know it don't look like much, but thats my daddy's truck E B It's 3 on the tree and cherry red C#m A A bench seat and an 8 foot bed E B A And we'd go ridin every Sunday E B Sometimes he'd let me drive C#m A Put his own life on the line E B A Man the memories we made F#m G# We'd go ridin' round A B Drove that whole damn town E B A B To Mr. Johnson's land, boy I tell ya man, E B A B I married one hell of a girl E B A B And down to the old man's store, he don't own no more F#m G# A B I know it don't look like much, but thats my daddy's truck D A E Truck with any luck Ill past it down to my own D A B Ol bucket of rust still kicking up dust, long after I'm gone E B A B 2x E B A B To Mr. Johnson's land, boy I tell ya man, E B A B I married one hell of a girl E B A B And down to the old man's store, he don't own no more F#m G# A B I know it don't look like much, but thats my daddy's truck E B A B 2x