That Aint My Truck 2016 Robert George
Well, I walked out from that rowdy club
And I saw a trashed out white pick up
Broken windows and a carved up seat
Tires slashed and the paint was keyed
Then my girlfriend called
And she sounded drunk
She said, did you git my message
You cheatin skunk"
I said, sober up
And simmer down
Cos you lost your paddle
And the creek is brown
Youre in trouble
And youre outta luck
Im no cheater
And that aint my truck
You think youve been scandalized
But the wrong truck got vandalized
And that girl you saw me with yesterday
Was my cousin in from Tampa Bay
And my Chevy two-ton
Has an Earnhardt sticker
So do yourself a favor
And put down that liquor
Yeah, sober up
And simmer down
Cos you lost your paddle
And the creek is brown
Youre in trouble
And youre outta luck
Im no cheater
And that aint my truck
That truck belongs to Betty Jo the bouncer
With the brick house body
Shes the queen of mean, an ex-Marine
With a black belt in Karate
She was on a chain gang down in Mississippi
I know for certain, she put a hurtin on a hippie
Yeah, sober up
And simmer down
Cos you lost your paddle
And the creek is brown
Youre in trouble
And youre outta luck
Im no cheater
And that aint my truck
Lady, dont panic
Im a shade-tree mechanic
But until I fix the dents and buff the scratches
You best hide out down in Natchez
