’96 F-150 Kicks

[Verse 1]
Dust on my boots
Red clay on the license plate
Dog in the bed
Toolbox rattlin’ with the tailgate shake
Take that gravel road
Past the silo and the county line sign
Sunburnt arm out the window
Radio up
And I’m feelin’ fine (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
My ’96 F-150 kicks
Paint chipped up
But the motor still hits
Rollin’ through the sticks like a six-string riff
Yeah
This old truck’s got a wild-heart twist
From the church lot to the river fix
Life feels right when the gravel gets thick
My ’96 F-150 kicks
My ’96 F-150 kicks
[Verse 2]
Tackle box rattles
Next to last night’s Styrofoam cup
Granddad’s cap
On the dash keepin’ all my luck up
Hit that short-cut trail
Where the mud runs deep and slow
If I get stuck
All my buddies gonna pull that rope (hey!)
[Chorus]
My ’96 F-150 kicks
Paint chipped up
But the motor still hits
Rollin’ through the sticks like a six-string riff
Yeah
This old truck’s got a wild-heart twist
From the bonfire smoke to the county fair lights
Tailgate throne on a Friday night
My ’96 F-150 kicks
My ’96 F-150 kicks
[Bridge]
Beat-up bench seat
But it feels like home
Every dent
Every scratch is a story I own
If it rumbles
I’m runnin’
If it starts
I’m gone
Country in my blood
And this truck’s my song (woah)
[Chorus]
My ’96 F-150 kicks
Paint chipped up
But the motor still hits
Rollin’ through the sticks like a six-string riff
Yeah
This old truck’s got a wild-heart twist
From the church lot to the river fix
Life feels right when the gravel gets thick
My ’96 F-150 kicks
My ’96 F-150 kicks

rock, Crunchy country-rock groove with bright overdriven guitars and live drums, male vocals laid-back in the verses and belting in the hook. Big, shout-along chorus with gang vocals on the title line, tambourine on downbeats. Short, gritty guitar licks answer vocal phrases; bridge drops to half-time toms before a final full-throttle chorus.