My Dog Loves My Old Truck

My dog loves my old truck He spends all day
In my fifty one Ford Parked in the Driveway

With the window always down He climbs in behind the wheel It must be that
Old truck smell and feel
Sitting shotgun Every Sunday afternoon We drink a six pack under the tree
He's my pillow after Chugging three. My four legged beer buddy bites
My can with a precision hole I hold it up pull the tab Shotgun another one down And pour the suds in his bowl

With the window always down He climbs in behind the wheel It must be that
Old truck smell and feel
With the Country radio on He settles in drunk
With a great big yawn
My dog loves my old truck He spends all day
Sitting In my fifty one Ford Parked in the driveway

With the window always down
He climbs in behind the wheel
It must be that Old truck smell and feel