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Backstory:

Just made it up.                                                                                                                                                                    

Lyrics:

                                                  
He’s just an old pickup truck
and some folks think he’s junk
‘Cause he’s gotten full of rust
and he’s got a bit of funk
But right there’s where
my baby used to sit
and I don’t really care
to ever forget it

    That truck is where we first kissed
    we were parked down at the river
    she got to me, I couldn't resist
    I’ve always loved being with her
    Many nights we laid in back and talked
    with the stars shining bright above
    but I must admit the nights that rocked
    were the ones when we made love
    Yes, we surely had some good times
    in that old truck of mine

I named him Sherman long ago
he was like a Sherman tank
Looked fine ‘fore he grew old
but he’s gotten pretty rank
So he sits there all alone now
a monument to memories past
Yet I think one day somehow
‘ole Sherman will be back

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Yeah, I’ll fix him up again one day
get him back out on the street
But until then I guess he’ll stay
mostly just a memory

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Yeah, in that old truck of mine