[Verse 1: Post Malone]

Well, I got my first truck when I was three

Drove a hundred thousand miles on my knees

Haulin' marbles and rocks, and thought it twice before

I hauled a Barbie Doll bed for the girl next door

She tried to pay me with a kiss, and I began to understand

There's somethin' women like about a pickup man

[Verse 2: Joe Diffie]

When I turned sixteen, I saved a few hundred bucks

My first car was a pickup truck

I was cruisin' the town and the first girl I see

Was Bobbie Jo Gentry, the homecoming queen

She flagged me down and climbed up in the cab

And said, "I never knеw you were a pickup man"

[Chorus: Joe Diffie & Post Malone, & Post Malone]

You can set my truck on firе and roll it down a hill

And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille

I got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made

You know, if it weren't for trucks, you wouldn't have tailgates

I met all my wives in traffic jams

There's just something women like about a pickup man

[Verse 3: Post Malone & Joe Diffie]

Most Friday nights, I could be found

In the bed of my truck on an old chaise loun'

Backed in, in my spot, at the drive-in show

You know the cargo lights give off a romantic glow

I never have to wait in line at the popcorn stand

'Cause there's something women like about a pickup man

[Chorus: Joe Diffie & Post Malone, & Post Malone]

You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill

And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille

I got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made

You know, if it weren't for trucks, you wouldn't have tailgates

I met all my wives in traffic jams

There's just something women like about a pickup man

[Bridge: Post Malone & Joe Diffie]

A bucket of rust or a brand-new machine?

Once around the block and you'll know what I mean

[Chorus: Joe Diffie & Post Malone, & Post Malone]

You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill

And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille

I got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made

You know, if it weren't for trucks, you wouldn't have tailgates

I met all my wives in traffic jams

There's just something women like about a pickup man

There's just something women like about a pickup man

[Outro: Joe Diffie & Post Malone]

Aw, drive that pickup now, boys

That's about it

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