Alan Jackson – Pickup Man Lyrics

Well I got my first truck, when I was three,

Drove a hundred thousand miles on my knees

Hauled marbles and rocks, and thought twice before

I hauled a barbie doll bed for the girl next door

When she paid me with a kiss I began to understand,

There’s just something women like about a pickup man

When i turned sixteen, I saved a few hundred bucks

My first car was a pickup truck

Started cruisin’ the town and the first girl I seen

Was bobbie Jo gentry the homecoming queen

She flagged me down and climbed up in the cab, and said

“I never knew you were a pickup man!”

You can set my truck on fire, roll it down a hill

But I still wouldn’t trade it for a coupe deville

It’s got an eight foot bed that never has to be made

You know if it weren’t for trucks we wouldn’t have

tailgates

I met all my wives in traffic jams,

You know there’s something women like about a pickup

man

Most friday nights, I can be found

In the bed of my truck on an old chaise lounge

You know a cargo light gives off a romantic glow

I never have to wait in line at the popcorn stand,

There’s just something women like about a pickup man

You can set my truck on fire, roll it down a hill

But I still wouldn’t trade it for a coupe deville

It’s got an eight foot bed that never has to be made

You know if it weren’t for trucks we wouldn’t have

tailgates

I met all my wives in traffic jams,

You know there’s something women like about a pickup

man

(Instrumental)

A bucket of rust, or a brand new machine

Once around the block and you’ll know what I mean

You can set my truck on fire, roll it down a hill

But I still wouldn’t trade it for a coupe deville

It’s got an eight foot bed that never has to be made

You know if it weren’t for trucks we wouldn’t have

tailgates

I met all my wives in traffic jams,

You know there’s something women like about a pickup

man

Yeah there’s something women like about a pickup man