Truck - Hardy

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[Intro]
D  D  Bm  G    D  D  Bm  G
 
[Verse 1]
        D
If it's cleaned up, shined up, pedal down on main
       Em                      G
You can bet he's pickin' up some pretty country thing
        D
If it's covered up in red mud with a worn-out WARN winch
          Em                           G
There's a good chance that that man is a pretty damn good friend
 
          D
If there's horns in the back there's a gun in the front
           Bm                 G
If there's dents on the side he ain't scared of nothin'
        D                                   D
And if a twelve pack's in the passenger seat
         Bm                              G
Well, he probably worked his ass off all week
 
 
[Chorus]
      D
Yeah, somewhere way out there in any given town Bm G There's a red, white, and blue collared drivin' his around D Turnin' heads and burnin' tread and stirrin' up dust clouds Bm G Like a shine-haulin' outlaw, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout D His truck, his dash, the county on his tag Bm G The songs on his radio, the stickers on his glass D From four-bys to two-bys, it's true you can't judge Bm G D A book by its cover, but you can judge a country boy by his truck [Verse 2] D If there's a silver cross hangin' off his dusty old rearview Bm G It's safe to say he's found amazin' grace a time or two D If there's numbers on the back, '92 to 2012 Bm G Bet there's stories 'bout his best friend that he can barely tell N.C. 'Cause he misses him like hell [Chorus] D Yeah, somewhere way out there in any given town Bm G There's a red, white, and blue collared drivin' his around D Turnin' heads and burnin' tread and stirrin' up dust clouds Bm G Like a shine-haulin' outlaw, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout D His truck, his dash, the county on his tag Bm G The songs on his radio, the stickers on his glass D From four-bys to two-bys, it's true you can't judge Bm G D A book by its cover, but you can judge a country boy by his truck [Solo] D D Bm G D D Bm G [Bridge] D If there's horns in the back there's a gun in the front Bm G If there's dents on the side he ain't scared of nothin' D And if a twelve pack's in the passenger seat Bm G Yeah, well, he probably worked his ass off all week [Chorus] D Yeah, somewhere way out there in any given town Bm G There's a red, white, and blue collared drivin' his around D Turnin' heads and burnin' tread and stirrin' up dust clouds Bm G Like a shine-haulin' outlaw, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout D His truck, his dash, the county on his tag Bm G The songs on his radio, the stickers on his glass D From four-bys to two-bys, it's true you can't judge Bm G D A book by its cover, but you can judge a country boy by his truck [Outro] D (If there's horns in the back there's a gun in the front Bm If there's dents on the side) G D Yeah, you can judge a country boy by his truck D (If there's horns in the back, there's a gun in the front) you can't judge D (If there's dents on the side) Bm G N.C. A book by its cover, but you can judge a country boy by his truck