This old truck

Verse 1

This old truck’s got dents in every door,

Paint’s worn thin from roads before.

Engine knocks when the morning’s cold,

But it’s still got stories left untold.

Been through mud, been through rain,

Carried heartache, carried pain.

Every mile left another scar,

But it never forgot just who you are.

Pre-Chorus

Some folks see a rusted frame,

They swear it’s done, they call it a shame.

But they don’t hear what’s under the hood—

Still runs stronger than they ever could.

Chorus

I’m this old truck, held together by grace,

With dirt on my tires and fire in my faith.

I’m the most burnt out I’ve ever been,

But there’s still a dawg beneath this skin.

Too many people waiting to watch me break,

Too many doubters counting my mistakes.

So I’ll shift one more gear and let ’em all see—

This old truck was built different… just like me.

Verse 2

She’s burned a little oil, she’s lost some shine,

Still shows up every single time.

The steering shakes on broken roads,

But she never quits beneath the load.

Discipline keeps the wheels in line,

Focus helps me read the signs.

Faith’s the fuel inside my soul,

And grit’s the key that starts it all.

Pre-Chorus

Some folks see a rusted frame,

They swear it’s done, they call it a shame.

But they don’t hear what’s under the hood—

Still runs stronger than they ever could.

Chorus

I’m this old truck, held together by grace,

With dirt on my tires and fire in my faith.

I’m the most burnt out I’ve ever been,

But there’s still a dawg beneath this skin.

Too many people waiting to watch me break,

Too many doubters counting my mistakes.

So I’ll shift one more gear and let ’em all see—

This old truck was built different… just like me.

Bridge

You can laugh at the rust,

You can bet that I’ll stall.

But I’ve climbed too many mountains

Just to let this engine fall.

I wasn’t built for easy roads—

I was built to pull the weight.

Every crack just proves one thing…

I’m still showing up today.

Final Chorus

I’m this old truck, weathered but alive,

Still chasing every sunrise.

Burnt out? Maybe… but I won’t quit,

There’s too much fight that still won’t give.

The road ain’t over, I’ve got miles to ride,

With discipline, focus, faith as my guide.

You can wait for my ending… I’ll keep proving it’s true—

This old truck ain’t worn out…

It’s just built different, and it’s still breaking through.

Outro

So if you see an old truck rolling slow,

Don’t mistake the rust for letting go.

Some engines don’t roar—they quietly endure…

And that’s what makes them legends.