Into- G

1st Verse
G
Well I got my first truck, when I was three,
G 
Drove a hundred thousand miles on my knees
C
Hauled marbles and rocks, and thought twice before
G 
I hauled a Barbie Doll bed for the girl next door
D
She tried to pay me with a kiss I began to understand,
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There's just something women like about a PickUp Man

2nd Verse
G
When I turned sixteen, I saved a few hundred bucks
G
My first car was a Pickup Truck
C
I was cruisin' the town and the first girl I seen
G
Was Bobbie Jo Gentry the homecoming queen
D
She flagged me down and climbed up in the cab, and said
G
"I never knew you were a Pickup Man!"

Chorus
C
You can set my truck on fire, and roll it down a hill
G
But I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe de Ville
C
I've got an eight foot bed that never has to be made
D
You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates
C
I met all my wives in traffic jams,
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There's just something women like about a Pickup Man

3rd Verse
G
Most Friday nights, I can be found
G
In the bed of my truck on an old chaise lounge
C
Backed into my spot at the drive-in show
G
You know a cargo light gives off a romantic glow
D
I never have to wait in line at the popcorn stand,
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'Cause there's just something women like about a pickup Man

Chorus
C
You can set my truck on fire, and roll it down a hill
G
But I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe de Ville
C
I've got an eight foot bed that never has to be made
D
You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates
C
I met all my wives in traffic jams,
G                                         D      G
There's just something women like about a Pickup Man

Solo:
G-G-C-D-C

Bridge:
C
A bucket of rust, or a brand new machine
D
Once around the block and you'll know what I mean

Chorus
C
You can set my truck on fire, and roll it down a hill
G
And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe de Ville
C
I've got an eight foot bed that never has to be made
D
You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates
C
I met all my wives in traffic jams,
G                                         D      G
There's just something women like about a Pickup Man
G                                          D      G
Yeah, there's something women like about a Pickup Man.

End- G