D7 A D E A [Verse]D7 A Turn down that highway, turn up that dirt roadD E A Well, It's over three days since I left HoustonD7 Ole Black's my truck's nameA D E A She's held together by BF Good tires and bailing wireD7 A Well, I went to high school and I was not popularD E A Now I am older, and it don't matterD7 Ole Black's my truck's nameA She's held togetherD E A I've slept inside her when I was tired [Break]D7 A D ED7 A I've been to Paris, and I don't mean TexasD E A Well, I met Wim Wenders one time in LondonD7 A Ole Black's my truck's name. She's held togetherD E A My lane's the right one when I'm in England [Break]D7 A D ED7 A D E AD7 A My baby calls me, she says she loves meD E A And when I see her, then I believe herD7 Ole Black's my truck's nameA And, oh, she don't say muchD E A We leave together and lay some rubberD7 A On down that highway, turn up that dirt roadD E A It's over three days since I left HoustonD7 Ole Black's my truck's nameA D E A She's held together by BF Good tires and bailing wireD7 A Turn down that highway, turn up that dirt roadD E A It's over three days since I left my homeD7 Ole Black's my truck's nameA D E A She's held together by BF Good tires and bailing wireD E A By BF Good tires and bailing wire
Truck Song
Lyle Lovett
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