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| 1 | Luke Bryan - We Rode in Trucks Lyrics | |
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| 5 | Verse 1 | |
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| 7 | Down where I born it was heaven on earth. | |
| 8 | The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt. | |
| 9 | The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright. | |
| 10 | We raised cotton, corn, a little cane, and kids. | |
| 11 | You either lived on a farm or wish you did. | |
| 12 | Jesus always walked close by our side. | |
| 13 | Where I grew up, we rode in trucks. | |
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| 15 | Verse 2 | |
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| 17 | There's a lot about life you can learn on a bus, | |
| 18 | How to lie, how to fight, how to kiss, how to cuss. | |
| 19 | The closer we sat to the back, the smarter we got. | |
| 20 | We were poor, we were ugly, we were all best friends. | |
| 21 | White-eyed, baptized, and still wantin' to sin. | |
| 22 | Thank God we get more than just one shot. | |
| 23 | Where I grew up, we rode in trucks. | |
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| 25 | Chorus | |
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| 27 | That's us, haulin' hay in the field with the radio on. | |
| 28 | That's us, headin' straight into town when the work is done. | |
| 29 | In my mind, I can still see us now, ridin' down Buck Island Road. | |
| 30 | It wasn't that long ago. | |
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| 32 | Verse 3 | |
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| 34 | We thought tobacco and beer in a can | |
| 35 | Was all it would take to be like our old man. | |
| 36 | But I saw how it made my momma cry. | |
| 37 | It was huntin' and fishin' and football games. | |
| 38 | Then it was girls, and everything changed, | |
| 39 | In our lives. | |
| 40 | Fallin' in and out of love, we rode in trucks. | |
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| 42 | Chorus 2 | |
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| 44 | That's us with our tailgates down in the parking lot. | |
| 45 | That's us with mud on our tires when it rained a lot. | |
| 46 | In my mind, I can still see us now, ridin' down Buck Island Road. | |
| 47 | It wasn't that long ago, it's apart of my soul. Yeah. | |
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| 49 | Down where I was born, it was heaven on earth. | |
| 50 | The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt. | |
| 51 | The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright. | |
| 52 | Where I grew up, we rode in trucks |