[Verse 1]
Met her on a Monday, married by June,
By July she was tired of my late-afternoon tunes.
She said, “You love that truck more than you love me,”
I said, “Baby, she don’t talk back and she runs on cheap.”
She gave me a look, threw down her wine,
Said, “It’s me or that Ford — now draw the line.”
Now I’m sittin’ in the driveway with a half-lit smoke,
Tryin’ to pick between chrome and the vows I spoke.
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[Chorus]
It’s tailgate or a wedding ring,
Horsepower or diamond bling.
One’s got four wheels, the other’s got feels,
One hauls hay, the other cooks meals.
One I can fix with a wrench and a prayer,
The other? Man, she’s already halfway outta there…
So here I sit, in this torn-up seat,
Tryin’ to choose between love… or my backseat beat.
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[Verse 2]
Now don’t get me wrong, she’s my whole damn world,
But my F-150’s been with me since that first girl.
She don’t nag, she don’t cry, she just growls and rolls,
And when life gets rough, she’s my open road.
But that woman? She’s fire and home-cooked grace,
She turns a trailer into a warm embrace.
So I check the rearview and curse my fate,
Love’s never simple — especially when it’s V8.
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[Chorus]
It’s tailgate or a wedding ring,
Pickup lines or porchlight dreams.
One’s mud-tires and George Strait songs,
One’s Sunday morning where my heart belongs.
One don’t care if I’m two hours late,
The other’s cryin’ with a packed suitcase…
So here I sit, on this rusty swing,
Tryin’ to choose between torque… and a queen.
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[Bridge – soft, reflective]
She said, “I need a man who picks me first.”
But damn, this truck’s been with me through the worst.
Still… a leather seat don’t hold you tight at night,
And a tailpipe ain’t got those emerald eyes.
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[Final Chorus – slower start, full band finish]
So I kissed her ring and set down my keys,
Turned my love from diesel to her and me.
That tailgate’s still out back in the barn,
But her hand fits just right on my arm.
I chose the girl over gears and grease,
‘Cause what good’s a ride without someone in the seat?
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[Outro – acoustic fade]
Yeah, I still miss that truck some nights…
But her kiss?
That’s the real green light.