she was the envy of the town
People would smile and wave at him,
and beg please daddy can I go
For a ride in Bill's old pickup truck
to the driving picture show
About the time I was fifteen
I'd pick guitars and builds on a truck
and dream of days to come
Anything we dreamed back then
would seem possible in time
Seats smell like old leather,
But I can crank up those old windows
and make a shelter from the storm
And now when I get lonesome,
I close my eyes and make believe
I went home for the first time
But no one knew what became of Bill
I hope sometime I can tell him
what's in my heart to say
Thank you Bill for that old truck
and for the joy of those old days
You can see me smell like leather,
But I can crank up those old windows
and make a shelter from the storm
I'm feeling down on my luck
I close my eyes and maybe leave my back
I close my eyes and make -believe
I'm back in Bill's old truck
Bill's old truck was a beauty you
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