My Grandfather's Truck

[Verse]

Rust along the fender like a map of everywhere he'd been

Bench seat cracked from summers hauling hay and hauling kin

He taught me how to drive it in the field behind the barn

Said "son, you grind the gears, you'll learn to fix what's torn"

[Chorus]

It's my grandfather's truck, still got his dust on the dash

Still got the radio stuck on the station that he loved so much