Up in the highlands was my granddaddy’s farm
Tucked under a ridge between two lakes
We’d leave the city life a couple times a year
An early start to a weekend, that makes
We’d get there before sundown and greet the relatives
Then over to the pickup truck we’d go
Faded fenders, a cracked windshield and tires long gone flat
Tall grass all around, it sat so low
To the old red pickup truck my brother and I went
Pretending that we were haulin’ hay
To the old red pickup truck my memories are spent
Imagining she’s still there today
In her day my Grandma drove, no license did she have
We’d pile in the back to take a trip
The clutch would slip on Davis’s Hill, we’d all get out and push
Gettin’ to the top took a mighty grip.
Before too long the brakes were gone, time had now run out
She was parked in the field beside a fence
But a new life had started, as a play toy for us kids
Stretch a few more years, it sure made sense.
To the old red pickup truck my brother and I went
Pretending that we were haulin’ hay
To the old red pickup truck my memories are spent
Imagining she’s still there today
The TV show Cannonball was all the rage back then
Two truckers a drivin’ down the road
Tom was Bud and I was Mack, adventurers we were
Fixin’ all the problems people told.
But as we grew our interest changed to huntin’ in the bush
In the back room all our guns were stored
We’d shoot from the chicken coop and pick off all the birds
That landed on the roof of that old Ford
To the old red pickup truck my brother and I went
Pretending that we were haulin’ hay
To the old red pickup truck my memories are spent
Imagining she’s still there today
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