That’s My Truck
Writers: Carey Latham, Rick Amburgey, Jennifer Ferguson

V1:
I still feel that punch in the gut
When I thought she chose the other guy
Hell I jumped in my pickup
I was going out of my mind

Saw his shadow on her wall
Saw his truck in her drive
I thought she was in love yall
But she was tellin' him goodbye

Chorus:
Now that’s my truck, She’s climbin up in
That’s my truck, I’m the lucky man
That’s my truck,
And that’s her gravel in the tread of my tires
It’s lookin’ like she’s (really) in love, this time
That’s my truck

V2:
No more spit cups, stinky gym clothes
Her perfume’s all I wanna smell/ my new truck smell
My dashboard’s -for her pink toes
Curves for days in my seat-belt

CH:
Yeah that’s my truck, She’s climbin up in
That’s my truck, I’m the lucky man
That’s my truck,
And that’s her gravel in the tread of my tires
It’s lookin’ like she’s (really) in love, this time
That’s my truck

Bridge
Left hands, gold bands, her in white, me in a tuxedo
Last night’s beer cans string tied to the rear ready for the let’s go
Just married painted on the window

CH:
That’s my truck, She’s climbin up in
That’s my truck, I’m the lucky man
That’s my truck,
And that’s her gravel in the tread of my tires
It’s lookin’ like she’s really in love for life
That’s my truck, yeah that’s my truck