The Black Ford Ranger 🎵
(Modern Country Rock / Anthem)
[Verse 1]
Got her sittin' in the driveway, dust on the hood,
A little beat up but she's runnin' real good.
'98 model with the tape-deck sound,
Paint so black, you’d think night came down.
Got my first kiss in the passenger seat,
Learned to shift gears and never miss a beat.
She’s hauled my heart and a load of hay,
Still kicks up dirt when I hit the highway.
[Chorus]
That black Ford Ranger, rollin’ through the past,
Tailgate dreams and a tank full of gas.
She's got scars, but so do I,
Runnin’ on memories, under redneck skies.
She’s my small-town soul, my four-wheel flame —
That Black Ford Ranger still knows my name.
[Verse 2]
Tires been bald since twenty-eighteen,
But she fires right up like a rowdy machine.
Radio stuck on a country song,
But when that fiddle hits, I sing along.
She’s seen late nights and county-line fights,
Parked by the lake under Friday lights.
Even when I thought I was lost for good,
She was right there, like a truck should.
[Chorus]
That black Ford Ranger, rollin’ through the past,
Tailgate dreams and a tank full of gas.
She's got scars, but so do I,
Runnin’ on memories, under redneck skies.
She’s my small-town soul, my four-wheel flame —
That Black Ford Ranger still knows my name.
[Bridge]
Now folks chase shine and the newest chrome,
But I’d rather ride what's already home.
'Cause some things don’t lose their fire with age —
Like worn leather seats and a southern page.
[Final Chorus]
Yeah, that black Ford Ranger, still holdin’ strong,
Her engine’s a prayer, her wheels a song.
Through every mile, and every goodbye,
She’s been my road when I needed to drive.
She ain’t just a truck, she’s my claim to fame —
That Black Ford Ranger still knows my name.
[Outro]
So if you see her flyin’ down an old dirt lane,
That’s me and my girl — and we still raise Cain.
